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New direction…
Every once in a while an idea will creep its way into my brain and latch itself onto the gray matter. A few weeks’ time usually suffices to shake the thought from my consciousness, but in the meantime it nibbles away at me as if it were a tiny devil whispering in my ear. The nature of this thought-demon varies. It could be an odd daydream on what life would have been like if I had learned to play the drums instead of the sax, or joining the Army Reserves, or pondering where I’d be if I’d met people from different freshman halls. One such thought is niggling at my brain now. The skeptic in me refuses to defeat it.