I struggle to type this due to the limited mobility of my left arm. Hopefully this contributes brevity to the piece.
This trip is about getting out my comfort zone, which I’ve done successfully in both large and small ways. Riding a bicycle for the first time in 17 years, meeting and hanging out with strangers (without booze sometimes!), hiking a gorgeous island mountain, and kayaking with a new friend are just a handful of my latest adventures.
But riding a motorbike was not on the list! It seemed too dangerous, especially for someone just getting reacquainted with regular bicycle riding. However, if you want to see pagodas in Bagan, it’s really the only way to get around because the roads are too hilly and sandy for basic multi-gear bicycles. Tour groups go to the most crowded pagodas for sunrise and sunset and are scheduled down to the hour for the remainder of the day. Basically boring af, let’s be honest. Horse carriages are available but are incomprehensibly slow and cruel to the animals.More . . .
Felt a bit lonely wandering the streets of Camdentown tonight.
Being alone is part of the human existence. We are born alone, we die alone, and ultimately we spend a great deal of the time in between searching for human connection.
Sometimes, under the guise of this noble quest for connection, what we actually are trying to erase or minimize is loneliness. However, if one of our most basic human instincts is to connect, it seems inevitable that we will fail occasionally. No one is perfect.More . . .
I commit to listening to my inner voice. Before that, I commit to letting her speak.
“The moment when a person hits rock bottom is also a moment of invitation.” – Liz Gilbert.
When my father died last year, I became consumed with grief, naturally. Soon after, a brief but important relationship ended abruptly. I already felt like my career was in the shitter. I hit rock bottom.
Even at that point of being at my lowest, I could still glimpse the invitation.More . . .