Literally. I have just stumbled upon my other self, the one living a life that I might have lived, if only I’d just done that one thing different. Or if I didn’t do it. Either way, I’m thinking that there might be some depth to the concept of parallel universes… I know it could be true, because I read it on NPR.
The best part about this discovery, is that my counterpart is living in Missoula, Montana, and running a non-profit human services organization.
I’ve had a bit of an obsession with moving to Montana since I first skied Big Mountain in Whitefish two years ago. Last fall, I went to visit family near Missoula, and had been seriously contemplating a move there this fall (only to realize this winter that my roots are grounded in Tuolumne County, CA). However, I found myself visiting that branch of the family again, just last weekend, and came across a gem in the local paper:
“Over the past couple of months, we’ve literally been reminded that when it rains, it pours,” said Gypsy Ray, executive director of Mountain Home Montana. “We have some exciting stuff going on, but at the same time, some crises going on.”
For those of you who know that my middle name is Mae, you might get a kick out of the rhyme. For anyone whom I’ve had a conversation with about the challenges I felt my name presented when I was working in fundraising, you may hear some additional resonance. And now that I’m back in Pacific Time, I recalled a book review from a few months back, about a woman who knew how to locate a portal to travel between her two life courses… so I’m thinking I might start reading The Other Life soon.
