We are the culmination of our experiences. Our experiences are the result of our choices. Our choices are the product of our temperament. Our temperament is a gift of birth.
I'm using this space to say thank you to those whose lives became intertwined with mine throughout this past decade, for better or for worse (for me, mostly the former; for them, mostly the latter). This was a solitary journey for the majority of the years, yet I didn't do it on my own.
10 Cities / 10 Years has been my purpose (in so many ways) for the majority of my adult life, and to that end I have focused all of my energy and drive. I've sacrificed so much on that altar...
For a variety of reasons over the years, I've held on to a great many items. Some for practical purposes, some because they function as a surrogate for my memory and, yes, even some for sentimental reasons. It happens.
There are, in fact, countless versions of my future. I don't know which one I want most.
June 1st, 2005 - June 1st 2015.
There is nothing sadder than an old love letter, except perhaps an old love letter that was never meant to be a love letter.
The bartender poured me another beer and shot of whiskey and casually asked: "What are you going to do with the last 5 percent?"