Simply put – I like to believe that if you can’t spend every minute doing something you enjoy – than hopefully the minutes you aren’t are spent building towards some sort of happiness.
Having spent too much time beating my head against walls in rooms that I didn’t belong in – I today realized that this one long gasp that we get is too short to do things that suck.
I’m not perfect and I’ve failed a ton. But honestly – I’m going to fail a lot more. A lot more. But instead of focusing on what will fail and how devastating those failures will be, strength, experience, and (hopefully) fulfillment will be exhaled.
I appreciate Fall and Winter, long runs, short walks through record store aisles, and Phish tours.
I’ve written a lot of stories that are 77 Words.
Like this one.
It’s not that I want writing to be a restrained activity.
I just feel that sometimes it’s important to limit yourself,
test your will power and ability.
To be contained.
Breaking the restraints is much more fun.
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