

After Paris: People over places
After Paris it was Luxembourg. Why? Because I am mosying my way to Aachen. Why Aachen? Not because of Charlemang, not to see any particular building, nothing to do with an historical event.
After Paris it was Luxembourg. Why? Because I am mosying my way to Aachen. Why Aachen? Not because of Charlemang, not to see any particular building, nothing to do with an historical event.
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.
I have started this post over and over again, trying to figure out how to best summarize my decision to purchase carbon offsets for my flights. It is a complex topic and one I wanted to know more about before putting pen to computer screen.
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.
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.