Prompt: If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.
Not long after a boy broke my heart, I was talking to the boy’s sister (who, to this day, remains a dear friend). I was 27, living in Utah, and convinced the boy was my last chance at love and marriage, and now all hope was lost.
My friend was not as convinced as I was, and as we talked, she admitted, “It would be so much easier for you if you just knew. Either way–if you knew you would never get married, you could just live your life. If you knew you weren’t going to get married until you were 50, at least you would have that to look forward to. It’s the not knowing that sucks.”
So yes, I would read a book of all that has happened (I wrote a good chunk of it already) and all that would happen to me, because I would like to know–do I really retire from my current high school? Am I 62 and still teaching rap and hip hop in my Pop Culture class? Do I ever go on another date (as of right now, I am dead-set against dating ever again)? Do I eventually get a new couch? Move out of my apartment? Go hiking in Glacier National Park again? When do my parents die? My siblings? Me?
I would like to know all of it. Would you?
