A very foggy morning.

Back to work but all I can think about is the future. Is it wise to get rid of everything and spend the rest of my life on the road?

Maybe one day the fog will lift and the answer will be as clear as day in front of me.

I’ve been re-training my body the last few weeks, and I’ve never felt better. I gained some weight ever since I hurt my back, and I’m on the journey to burn that off. I’m meditating again with the goal of reducing my anxiety as much as I can. Slow and steady wins.

I feel like the art I love creating the most is the art of capturing a memory. I journal to remember my day. I photograph to remember a place or a person or a thing. I draw (sometimes) to remember how the world is designed and how it works (I need to draw more).

Before COVID, I had dreams of traveling the world and living life to the fullest. Today, I don’t want those dreams to be dreams anymore. After COVID, I’m going to travel far away and actually live my life to the fullest because that’s all I got, isn’t it?

Following Friday the 13th, Saturday the 14th doesn’t sound very spooky at all. It sounds anodyne in comparison.

What a beautiful sunrise this morning.

If I had to guess the ratio of caffeine to blood coursing through my body, I’d say it’s about 50/50.

Good morning!

Coming from California, I never had to worry about not wearing enough warm clothes. Living in Montana, I’ve learned the value of a warm jacket and some tough boots.

Instead of trying to figure out what to say next, I need to learn patience and the beauty of silence.