“I feel like a billiard ball” I said to my cousin, as we rambled down the 101 in his Volkswagen bug to start our second quarter at UCSB. Even though I knew what I wanted, it was like I was bouncing off the balls and cushions of a cosmic pool table, with somebody else holding the cue. A dream of mine, from my mid-teens, was to sail around the world. I thought it would “happen” by the time I was thirty. I had no plan, and I had no idea how it was supposed to come about—it was j