I still remember once when I was traveling – I think in Croatia – I struck up a conversation with a hostel worker. At the time I was freshly twenty-three years old and I remember her calling me ‘a baby’ after finding out my age. It...
It’s been 136 days since I’ve posted. In a past life I’d have taken this opportunity to publicly castigate myself and say how such a long break is… …unacceptable! …weak! …pathetic! …yellow-bellied! …etc I’m not going to do that. I’ve written that...
My most peaceful days are the ones where I notice small things. The moisture clinging to a leaf I’m trying to propagate on the windowsill. The almost imperceptible movement of cool air over my knuckles as they sit atop the keyboard, pondering this...
I’ve been feeling a little bleh over the past couple months. Some days are really good, others are slightly subpar, most somewhere in between. Overall, a pretty uninspiring stretch. I understand that’s a lot of what life is; uninspiring stretches...
(I’ve been taking some time to write with pen and paper, which I believe are relics of the 19th century? Quite enjoyable though. Thus the lack of blog posts.) Whether I like it or not (and I don’t like it), the quality of my days are inexorably...
Put down your phone and go outside to the woods and look at a maple leaf. If you can’t find a maple, a sycamore will do just fine.Ron Swanson, Parks and Rec Boredom is something we’re increasingly shielded from. Since the advent of the iPhone, being...
In reviewing my year, I had a startling realization; maybe adventure isn’t as important to my life as I thought it was. Last year was the best year of my life, bar none. It should go without saying that I’m incredibly fortunate. But I’m...
I realized this week that sometimes, I’m not OK with what I’m doing. Especially if whatever I’m doing doesn’t align with one of the items on my 2021 goal list. As I proceed with one of these “unaligned” activity, a little cloud of guilt begins to...
I started December with the intention of publishing a post every day for a year and save for two days since then, I’ve kept to that. But how do I interpret those two missed days? The more puritanical part of my brain insists I call the experiment a...
My first full day back in Denver was inexplicably stressful. For most of the day I felt out of control, frustrated, angry. And for no real reason I could put my finger on. At a few points, my heart rate even jumped over 100 BPM. While I was just...