The Destination

I look around, I look around I see a lot of new faces…

Folks I don’t want to tell you how to live your life, but I want to soap box for a moment.

If you find yourself living a life you don’t want, you might as well be dead.

Trust me I am the last person you should probably take life advice from, but this is the only life you get.

Live your life knowing where you want to be and you’ll find your way there. The path might not always be clear, straight or easy, but if you commit to what you want and keep moving forward you will get there.

The more lost you get along the way the better the journey.

Go do something you love today.

3 Decades

Sorry for going silent folks, but I was facing my third decade of completion. Have to say it is weird to look back on my 20s. Looking back over 10-20 is easy since you are physically growing into adulthood the whole time, but 20-30 is pretty status quo on that front.

In that decade I’ve gone through a lot of change. Some good some bad. There were some rock bottom times and there were a few moments on Everest. There were fights, and there was love. There was pain and pleasure. Good and bad. I’m not really sure how I feel about my 20s but I have to admit I am feeling pretty great about going into my 30s. I’m ready for this new decade and I plan to own it.


Some parts of my 20s I’ll miss.

Put it down

I know a lot of folk that will read a book start to finish even if they don’t like it. I’ve never felt that need. I don’t think they are wrong in any way for doing that, but my logic is if I read every minute for every day of the rest of my life and I still wouldn’t be able to read everything that is out there.

One bad date doesn’t mean I won’t go on a second, but two bad dates shows a trend. If there was a glimmer of hope in all of that possibly I’ll limp into a third. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry them.

I’ll give the book 20 pages, it doesn’t have to be great but if I’m not engaged it’ll be game over.

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Last night had a long chat with my eldest sister(a solid touchstone in my existence) and the one thing we pondered was what would we do if we only had five years left to live. After I said mine she pointed out I didn’t mention writing, sadly(happily??) writing is breathing to me. It’s a secondary life function I don’t think of as part of my life, but my life would cease without. So cheers to all of you breathing life to the page today.