I’ve been fortunate to love some wonderful people over the years. Each of them shaped my life in meaningful ways and taught me valuable lessons I carry with me to this day.

These were Jake Chambers’ final words in Steven King’s The Gunslinger as he let go of life and descends into what lies beyond. This line has stuck with me, and caused me to reflect on the worlds that lie beyond on our own.

Today, I turn 42. If life is indeed a story, I can’t escape the feeling that I’m somewhere in the middle (and perhaps a little further). So, allow this to serve as a brief interlude of sorts to reflect on life and what’s been written.

This last year has been pretty rough, and as you may have noticed, I stepped away from writing for quite a while. During this time, I’ve kept mostly to myself and spent a lot of time reflecting about life’s ups and downs. The beauty of new beginnings. The sadness that comes in the end. And how things rarely work out the way we envision.

Today, I turn 41 years old and man it sure feels weird to write that 😅

This Mother’s Day hits differently. It’s been six months since my mom passed away. And while life moves on, dealing with her absence hasn’t gotten any easier. So why am I carrying around this pineapple? 🤷🏻‍♂️

Life can get pretty busy sometimes. I’ve been traveling nonstop across Switzerland and Ireland for the past three months while running my law firm from my laptop. And quite frankly, it’s wearing me down.

I have always been fascinated by dreams. In our waking lives, we are confined within our bodies and the structural limitations of reality. But in dreams, we live out our wildest imaginations that traverse through time and space, free from the limitations of our existence. One dream has stuck with me recently:

I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure lately. After living in Maine, I planned to explore the rest of New England by making Boston my launchpad for my next adventure. But almost immediately, I began hitting some major obstacles.

It’s been two months since I last checked in on my journey, and man i feel awful about it.

Just before Christmas I returned to South Florida after three months trekking across Mexico. And to be honest, I was pretty worn down.

Remember a couple weeks back when I was scrambling around Mexico to replace my laptop - only to find one with a Spanish keyboard? 😅 Well the story gets worse. Much worse.

A lot of unexpected things happened since I started traveling the world fifteen months ago, but this one may take the cake 🎂

Being remote is awesome, especially here in Mexico, but it’s not all tacos and tequila. Working from the road can be incredibly challenging - especially when you hit sudden and unexpected setbacks. And a few weeks ago, I hit my biggest one yet.

Last week was rough. I dreaded the idea of celebrating my birthday alone, out here on the road, thousands of miles away from my friends and family. It was an empty feeling.
And then, I woke up and heard from you.

And by thirty eight i mean that i took this photo last week and as of today I’m technically one year older - but let’s not get lost in the details 😬

Unexpectedly, one of the hardest parts of life on the road is making friends.

A few months ago, my friend Stephanie and I traveled through the desert together on my way from Austin to Santa Fe. At the end of the trip, she handed me a gift - a copy of the book Into the Wild. She said there were lessons to be learned in there.⁣

Over the last couple weeks, the news of places opening up across the country has been my light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve obsessively kept a list of all the dates that gyms, parks, and restaurants will open. I’m excited to be around other people again, even if those interaction will be limited. ⁣