this morning #835.

this morning, future me hadn’t alerted present me to the many ways that this one little mistake i was about to make would ripple out into the universe. looking back, i should’ve gone with my gut & ordered the granola bowl. instead, i opted for the breakfast porkchops. in my eyes, it was the oddest item on the menu. as far as i could recall, i’d never begun my day with a porkchop & was feeling particularly playful. none of my friends even questioned my selection. in fact, one even heard me & followed my lead. “that sounds delicious,” she said. “i’ll get the chop too,” she said. four hours in, when the food poisoning set in & we both headed to the hospital, my sense of adventure had been shaken.