Cycling Amsterdam

Cycling Amsterdam

Cycling in Amsterdam is exhilarating. I felt fully alive, perched sans helmet atop my borrowed 3 speed, rickety cruiser, the kind you backpedal to break, skirt flapping in the wind, senses open way wide while trying to keep up with a seasoned local.

Slow Travel: A way to leave smaller footprints while wandering the world.

Slow Travel: A way to leave smaller footprints while wandering the world.

The idea of meandering my way around the planet at a leisurely pace, allowing enough time to soak up the minutia of each locale, is a veritable wet dream of mine. Though, a close examination of my travel history would make me sound like a liar. Ok, maybe you would not have to look that closely.

Life has become a series of races to the finish line. Deadline after deadline, project after project, goal after goal have etched a groove into my subconscious routine, resulting in a mad rush to produce as much as super humanly possible within the shortest amount of time conceivable. Slowing down my pace sounds lovely, and feels like a failure.

Don’t Fuss Over Lines: Where art and love of the environment run parallel.

Don’t Fuss Over Lines: Where art and love of the environment run parallel.

For an incredibly long time, the duration of my life actually, I have loved to create. This love has lived in juxtaposition with a tenacious aspiration to perfection.

Even as I reread that last sentence I find myself paralysed, agonizing over the placement of each word. Does is run smoothly? Could I find a better word for aspiration? And my recording of what started out as a clear train of thought comes to a crashing halt, cabooses colliding forward in a jumbled accordion zigzag as the engine stutters and runs out of steam.

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