I’d like to think I am most of the man my parents raised me to be.

Don’t be overheard complaining.

First, it’s just stuff.

Second, it’s already broken.

I guess I’ve realized that approval-seeking isn’t always loud.

It is associated in our minds with absolute freedom, and the road has always led West.

And when does the act of searching itself become the thing to let go?

It’s my conscience telling me that my routines don’t align with the person I tell myself I am.

Thank you for reminding me that age is not a limitation.

A few months ago we took an adventure to our future home. The landscape is incredible.