Choose Now. Choose Well...

i was just reading an article in Vanity Fair about the botanical hallucinogen, ayahuasca, found in Peru, when I came across this quote: It's in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped. Choose now. Choose well. - Anthony Robbins
I'm not really sure why this quote is attached to an article about a crazy-strong botanical drug that makes you throw up everytime you take it. Is the author saying to choose well and take the drug, or choose well and don't take the drug?
 Anywho, vomit-inducing hallucinogen or moving to the country, this is damn good advice and exactly what Jack and I are trying to do. If we never choose, our destiny will shape us. Too many of us succumb to such a fate, and I think this is due to our fear of 1) the unknown, and 2) choosing badly. The thing we fail to realize though, is that by not choosing at all we are choosing badly because we aren't "the captain of our own ship." And the unknown is only terrifying if we make it so; if we decide to view it, instead, as an exciting part of the journey of life, it looses all power over us. And that is a wonderful feeling.

Post Numero Uno - The Why

There are a few reasons I am starting a blog (what does that word even mean?) for this move, not the least of which is the loss of my fancy Italian leather journal in which I would have chronicled this journey had I not lost it. So there's that. And then there is Hunter's suggestion. Hunter is a senior in my Comparative World Religions class and when I mentioned to him that I wouldn't be returning next year and the reason why (buying a spit of land with my love), he asked if I would consider creating a blog so my students could all follow me from afar. My first reaction was, "Oh, Hunter, that's silly. Who would want to read about digging up tree roots and shooting rogue attack squirrels?" But then I lost my fancy Italian leather journal, so I thought, what the hell...
And given that it was one year - to the day - that we are making our great exodus, well, it doesn't take a rogue squirrel (or maybe the captain of the rogue squirrels) to see the sense in this blog. And so here we are. Or maybe I was right in my first reaction to Hunter and I should actually be saying, "And so here I am" since you may not be here at all. Which is totally fine, and Hunter, even you shouldn't feel bad if you're not reading this because none of this would be happening if it weren't for that damn fancy Italian leather journal.