It’s foggy up in command central these days. Great ideas are blinking off in the distance but I haven’t been able to guide anything for a clear landing. Other creative ideas have lined up on the runway, but are grounded and unable to take off. The sky will clear, that Read more…
I ease up on the gas, maintaining a limit of 65. I do not ease up on my death grip on the steering wheel. I’m leaning forward, every muscle tensed and tuned into every sound coming from the car. I need to intuit what the eff is going on, and Read more…
August 25. leg 1 I’m supposed to be hitting the road by noon. I’m supposed to have already sent boxes by media mail, the cheapest way to ship weighty items when time is not of the essence. I am a great planner, but not always an awesome executor of plans. Read more…
It’s a trip. It’s a gas. It’s a revelation. I’m halfway through my solo road trip across the country. It’s a banquet of experiences and I’m gorging myself silly. There’s much to digest but too much to share at my quick nightly stops. There are multiple stories happening every day, Read more…
Mormon tour guide @ Cove Fort, UT Lynn-Marie closed the Big Book and slid it back on the shelf. She picked up the receiver to check for the tone that signaled there was a voicemail message but no one had called. This was the second appointment that her sponsee had missed. Read more…
Patty, the night clerk at The Best Western Travel Inn, St. George, UT “Hey Karla.” “Hey Karl,” said Jenna as she hugged him back. She and Ben had played this routine for the past eight years. It started at the end of their first date. She didn’t know why, but Read more…
Change is not hard. I’ve said the opposite forever but I’m revising my position. Ah, change within change, how meta. Change is not difficult if you remain curious. If you’re more curious you’re less afraid. Fear is always an element of the unknown and unfamiliar; but being curious means being receptive and welcoming Read more…
“be there when you get there, but be *here* now” I found this ‘note to self’ in an old journal today; one of many journals and notebooks stuffed into the forest of cardboard cleared from storage. Perfect timing. My thoughts tend to race to the list of things I’m Read more…