I couldn't keep up with my thoughts on the four lane, but the overwhelming message was… slow down. Disconnect. Be with yourself. Be in the place where you are. I didn't listen.

I wake up to the view of the lake out the back doors of my van that I’ve been dreaming of. I want to sit at the table and drink a cup of coffee and write.

It's the way the city starves you that you don’t even realize, like how it takes the stars from you and makes you look for something else to look at.

I desperately needed to unplug so I started a blog. But aren’t we all paradoxes?