An unfinished eloquy…

You told me to write. You said I am wasting my time and my talent. As usual, you are right.

I can go through months and months without putting any words out into the universe, and then suddenly hurl thousands of them out like a dammed up river of Things to Say, some meaningful, some with no destination or point whatsoever, just word vomit.

In the last nineteen months I have been all over the world. Czech Republic, Slovakia, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France, Great Britain, Ireland, Scotland, Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Canada, Mexico… And almost every state in our own country, from Florida to Alaska, and I have written about none of it. As I grow older I have learned that some experiences are best kept close and secret. No matter how big and worldly they are.

But there is also so much value in sharing the experiences and the ideas that launch them. Without the inspiration of other people’s adventures, we’d probably all be sitting at home all the time, wondering what to do and how to do it. But the more we do, the more doable it is, and the more original the inspiration and the ideas become.

My life has become a world of “Why the Fuck Not?” over the last four years. Of saying yes whenever possible and removing excuses with hard work and commitment. We make our own luck, and when people tell me how lucky I am to be doing what I do, I agree, but it’s not because I haven’t worked for it. God knows I have.