I had an internal conversation with myself that night. I asked myself why I was drinking. I asked myself how it was serving me at this point in my life.
This independent working lifestyle seems to get harder to take as time goes on. I have regular Skype meetings with my virtual team members…this is no substitute for real life, face-to-face interaction.
I think I put up with my “friend” bullying me around because I liked playing his Commodore 64 and shooting his toy guns (I was never allowed toy guns).
I’m amazed at how many things we can do on our own. And how easy a lot of it is. And how good it makes me feel to create stuff that I’d normally just buy in a cardboard box or sealed plastic container.
I felt inspired after putting together the autumn photo essay at Matador Trips, so I hit the streets with my camera to try to capture the pretty scene that surrounds this little town.
sunlight cuts through the rotating propellers and makes it into the cabin. it creates a strobelight effect and i wonder if it’s ever caused an epileptic seizure.
On August 2, the day after my Sam Elliot encounter, I hopped in a car with fellow travel bloggers Cailin O’Neil and Andy Hayes for a wee bit of a road trip.
We love what traveling has done to us. How it’s shaped our lives and made us into the people we are today. Which is why it’s so irritating that it also makes us into people we don’t want to be.
While we were ready to leave, a big part of us wanted to stay, and we’ve promised ourselves that we will return one day. And yes, the bikes will come with us.