Month: June 2017

A mountain doesn’t care, what you’ve been through or what’s fair. A mountain doesn’t forgive, whether you’ve fucked up or done nothing but live. A mountain doesn’t take sides, if you are moving or where you reside. A mountain doesn’t judge, based on color, politics, or grudge. A mountain doesn’t care, who you are or…

I’m considering a “me-cation” for early July of this year. I feel like I’ve made this analogy many times, but it plays now just as much as any other, so I’ll use it again: when thinking about the things I could accomplish in five days alone, it’s very similar to how I felt as a…

The handwritten entry from earlier was cool, right? I think so, and as the primary / possible only reader of said posts, my opinion matters. Writing on an iPad Pro with an Apple pencil is still not even close to being the same as paper & pencil, largely due to the huge rubber-bound plastic case that…

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One of my favorite parts of writing journal style entries is that I don’t ever have to look back on previous entries before starting a new post. Where writing a novel is daunting in the amount of time spent detailing characters, locations, and plots, writing a journal entry is certainly not challenging in those ways…

Completing my 4th Tough Mudder was a lot of fun. The body soreness is relatively low compared to 2 of the previous 3, which is great considering that age and injury only seem to be moving in a singular direction: upwards. More than that though, big events like the Tough Mudder serve well in reminding…

Perhaps more than any other regret I have or will have in my life, the inability to let myself fail is one of my least favorite. I’m not one of those people who believes that regrets are pointless or that it’s even possible to live a regret-free life. In a similar vein to the way that…