I had a vocational calling from a very early age—an instinct for storytelling and writing—that might have looked reckless and romantic to other people. I sacrificed a lot of things to pursue that. My gut told me, “This is what you’re supposed to be doing with your life.” It was correct. I didn’t have a career Plan B, and my gut told me that that was fine, as long as I could get a waitressing or bartending job to pay the bills. On the other hand, when I was younger, my gut also made some really bad decisions, especially in terms of romance and sex. I was impulsive and followed my instincts a lot, and I didn’t have the right to do that yet. I’m better at making gut decisions when they only affect me. My gut gets confused when I bring other people into the mix. And in those relationships, I had to override my gut and start using my head for a while.