Do you know the feeling when you get out of your comfort zone? When somebody tells you that there’s another way of doing something, but you still stick to your “old” way?
I generally like to travel. Really. Seeing new places, meeting new people. Taking pictures. Trying new food. This is all very exciting to me. But right before the trip (when I pack my bag or I do all the travel arrangements), there’s something inside of me that tries to drag me into my comfort zone again. Every time I have to shake it off.
And this is really important, I think. No matter how long your flight was (after 10 hours in the air you stopped caring that much), no matter if your luggage was lost, traveling is always worth any hassle. Really. All that stuff in your lost bag you can buy again, a good night sleep will fix a long long flight. What you gain is the experience (what you see, what you feel) and that’s what matters. That’s what makes you a better you.
It’s a big world out there. Don’t limit yourself.
I always felt like fathers day was just a day for people with fathers in their lives.
Things I Learned from my First Half Marathon
Came into my first coupe glass today. Didn't so much inherit it as family circumstances made it available. I decided to celebrate with The Last Word, both boozy and sophisticated.
We cancelled cable three days ago.
Sometimes there's nothing you can do.