It’s time to move out and to continuing growing up. Literally and figuratively. This is my last Saturday in my very first apartment here in Sydney. I’ve lived in an Art Deco building built in the 1930s for 4 years now. The apartment has been nothing but good to me. Giving me the sanctuary I needed from the world outside when needed, entertaining me with … Continue reading Moving Out and Growing Up
It’s funny how life works out. Sometimes you jump and the Universe catches you. Sometimes you jump and you fall on your face, but you get up, dust yourself off and try (or jump) again and the Universe catches you. Sometimes, it’s the small voice that speaks inside that says, remember. And I remember. I remember this. My career mentor and friend, Jack Daniel, once said … Continue reading The Voice That Speaks Inside: Part Deux
Iceland. I can tell you that I never thought about Iceland as a travel bucket list item nor have I ever given it any thought of travel. In fact, before I went to Iceland, I couldn’t tell you a lot about the dang island. So when my travel-in-shenanigans-partner-in-crime Amy asked, “Wanna go to Iceland with me?” I of course said “Yes.” Why wouldn’t I go? … Continue reading An Icelandic Journey
I could probably blame Jimmy Buffett for my wanderlust and introducing me to the Aboriginal songlines, but I can only thank him. His music has been a friend, a comfort, and inspiration for me. If he hadn’t taught me the meaning of songlines or dreaming tracks, I would have eventually discovered them on my own. This past weekend, I added 2 more permanent reminders from Jimmy … Continue reading La Vie Dansante
This picture is how I feel about life in general right now.
FUCK EVERYTHING AND BECOME A PIRATE.
That was on the back of a menu at a fabulous bar/restaurant in Bondi in Australia and I for the life of me cannot remember the name of the bar/restaurant but I also took the other photo below there too because 1) the served Sailor Jerry Rum 2) who doesn’t like tequila when they’re getting their festive on and 3) it says Merry Fuckin Christmas.
The only way that message would have been topped was if it had said: Merry Fuckin Christmas Y’all. Continue reading Fuck Everything & Become a Pirate
This quote could not hold better advice for any dreamer out there. Such a simple statement, but so much truth in 12 words. First, I have to thank Karen Peace (follow her on Twitter or Facebook) for posting this on her Instagram because it just strengthened my belief and motivation that the goals I set for myself in 8 months are right. Not that I have/had a doubt … Continue reading If You Can’t Stop Thinking About It, Don’t Stop Working For It.
If eternity is measured by memories treasured in the hearts of loved cities and friends…Then Shel surely knows that he lives as he goes to the The Place Where The Sidewalk Ends. – Sullins Stuart This piece of concrete etched with those words lays outside of one of my favorite churches: St Paul’s Episcopal Church. I’ve never been in the church. I just stand outside … Continue reading I Know Where the Sidewalk Begins
One of my mentor’s in my career and a friend, Jack Daniel, once said to me: “It’s the quality of life that will matter, not the quantity or the career.” His message has stuck with me since then. I hear it quietly in my head over and over. In the words of Gareth Asher, “Gotta get going, gotta get on the road…I’m my packing bags … Continue reading The Voice That Speaks Inside
Image by Theodora Mansueto A reminder to us “adults” to return and be kids sometimes or as the The Bloggess put it, “…the importance of being ridiculously silly whenever possible.” Continue reading No Point in Being Grown Up