At first I just was noticing the premonition I had, and did not focus on the fact that I knew I had a choice not to follow that path/timeline if I didn't want to. Seldom since have chosen a path that led to the emergency room. I already experienced it. But I have had zero regret about choosing that adventure. It was scary, exhilarating and brave. All things a right of passage should be. I think that was the one for me. One self imposed.
I knew I didn’t have to take that path. But I wanted to take that path. See where it would lead me. I knew what would happen, but not how it would go down. It was a very distinct knowing. I knew I was going to eat shit, have a hospital visit and not be able to work for two weeks. All of that happened and more. And I was cool with it. Grateful for the experience. Got some good trophy scars and a story to tell.
2000, San Francisco