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Two years ago I had my first trial.  Aside from being my birthday, it was more or less an inauspicious day.  I lost that trial, but I learned a valuable lesson that I carry to this day in the form of the phrase “embrace the vomit.”

It’s been an… interesting two years.  I’ve gotten far better at trying cases.  I’ve gotten a promotion at work.  I’m in a different office.  From a certain point of view, I am an entirely different person than I was two years ago.  And yet, just below the surface, the old machinery still kicks, the train in my head just keeps on chugging along, and I’m really no different than when I was before.

“Man I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same…” – The Wallflowers, One Headlight.

As I was driving home I wondered if I was living in the best possible universe.  My gut tells me that, yes, indeed – I can see in the path that I have walked all of the different choices that I could have made, and the different universes I could have ended up with.  Very few end up with me where I am today (though to be fair, that’s a question of selection – I did not follow every possible minute alteration in detail, just those Big Life Altering Moments), and in more than many of them I’m stuck in a place I don’t love, or stuck in a situation that I now know is wrong, or just sad, or just…

But it’s an interesting question.  Can we prove it?  I’ll have to think about this.

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