35 was absolutely bananas. The ups, the downs, the twist and turns, the revelations, the wonderment, the experimentation, the love, the suffering, the overcoming…an absolute blitzkrieg of bittersweet, wonderful, beautiful, terrifying, blissful chaos. I met a woman on a mountain, and we sped off into the American night like Bonnie and Clyde. We managed to live in four states and found ourselves finishing off my thirty-fifth year on this planet at The Grand Canyon. Sometimes I think it best to slow down, to take it easy awhile and rest up, but the sheer madness of it all keeps me in a constant state of discomfort, which also means that I’m constantly growing and developing, almost subconsciously. It’s a bit addictive. Year 36 needs to be about balance. I began this crazy journey of nomadism six short years ago, and I’ve fallen off the path several times chasing whatever meaning I can find in the darkness of the unknown. Maybe that’s what this whole thing is about, but at thirty-six I find myself craving some temperance, some structure, and discipline. My life is calamity. I’m not sure I could have it any other way, but it’s going to require balance to find some order in all the chaos. A bit of solitude out by this big, giant hole in the ground might do me some good… The Apostle Paul says it best: Romans 12:2 And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect. Age gracefully with reckless abandon, and #beachampiontoday ✌🏻+❤️ #rhodeisland #florida #texas #arizona #godislove #nomad #wanderer #freedom #itsmybirthday (at Grand Canyon National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CitW_bspFkz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=












