I’ve long been drawn to the wise old figures in story — “the mentor,” as the archetype goes. The Yoda crawling around Luke Skywalker’s lunchbox. The Gandalf showing up at Frodo’s round door.
I’ve always wanted my own mythical mentor to show up when I least expect it, breaking my tedious present, leading me into a heroic new future. With all the hopping around I’ve done the last decade, you’d think I’d have found my Yoda somewhere along the way.