I’ll Take My Path, You Take Yours

Yupp. In the last two decades I have lived in four countries, 8 states, and 12 cities. Hell, in the past 4 years I’ve moved 5 times and am currently in limbo in my mother’s spare bedroom. It’s pretty awesome eating her food, walking her poodle and having drinks at the yacht club every Wednesday and sailing every weekend. It is, it’s awesome, really…sorta. I mean, it’s cool guys…I swear.

            We all, (by we I mean my friends who have followed my adventures,) notice a pattern of WITWIS (where in the world is Sloan?) People don’t understand why I can’t stay put, why I move, why I jump off and go to Thailand for 8 months and fuck around. I’m getting to the point where I realize it’s okay to say why not? I’m happy I’m not married and popping out babies. (that’s great if you are and that’s where you want to be, but I don’t)

            In a convo with my favorite record store owner yesterday, he reminded me that I’m young and it’s okay to be experiencing these things. Hell, we can’t take it with us so let’s do it now while we’re nimble, sexy and can drink like a fish three times a week! I want to climb these mountains while my knees still work. I want to soak in the views before I need glasses, I want to eat street food before I have to worry about heart burn, I want to stay in gross, dingy but cheap hostels so that my money can be spent on my next bus ticket to god-knows-where.


I’m told on a daily basis both sides of this story. The side that tells me I need to settle down and figure shit out, and the side that tells me that it’s okay to not know. I don’t believe either side. I don’t know who to listen to. When I’ve found myself in this position before, the position of feeling like I need to find permission within my community, that’s when I’ve gotten myself in trouble. It’s when I listen to my heart and do things the way that I want to do them, that’s when I feel the best. So let’s all go out and get rad tattoos, see something awesome and experience life the way we want to experience it.


So that’s what I’m doing, anyway.


Said tattoo

Said tattoo


Said poodle

Said poodle


3 thoughts on “I’ll Take My Path, You Take Yours

  1. In defense of a more conventual life, some questions:

    1. Who will take care of you when you get old?
    2. How does one deal with poverty, long term.
    3. Can one plan and act for the future and still have satisfactory “now” experiences?

    When I grew up society helped make these choices especially for women. You know the typical pattern of marriage, children and saving for your future. It was called ‘security’.
    I didn’t have to answer the questions on my own, that I pose for you.
    Love to you and whatever answers you find for yourself.

    • This doesn’t mean I’m throwing my hands in the air and claim to be care free–clearly, if you know me, I am not. Being responsible and taking care of bills, etc is what I’m currently facing. Seeing and experience come with time and planning. Having children to “take care of you when you’re old” is not the reason to procreate.

  2. Reword question one. Who will take care of you if you can’t take care of yourself has nothing to do with having children.

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