The other day I worked out and focused on my CORE. November of last year I started a personal AB challenge—developing my six pack for summer 2018. Still have a ways to go but I’m making some progress. I believe I’ll still look awesome for spring break next month💪🏽. Check me out
When I graduated from high school the only thing I wished for was to be a big city dweller. I went to NYC, SF and spent most weeks haunting LA. I’d do that harrowing, completely insane twenty-something activity of driving to LA after work, 4 hours from where I lived, attend a concert, drive back to get to bed at 3am and start my Wednesday morning in class, followed by more work. That unsustainable lifestyle is for the youth, but it was an exciting era, heading to shows, meeting bands, writing pieces. A time when money didn’t matter, it was always about the scene, the new ideas and big city energy.
The unendurable way of living eventually caught up, as it always does. I don’t pine for the long nights. Once international travel came into possibility I realized my spot in the world, the sense of place where distance drew away from big city dreams. The Central Coast always beckons—its people and prospects. This area makes me feel lucky. Though traveling is still a self-discovery bedrock, a reconciliation for home, even though the feeling of home ultimately hinges on people.
Song of the Day: Bill Evans: “Peace Piece.”
Home is where we park and krap. 🤣 Seriously, what an honor to be neighbors with @tinyhousetinyfootprint in this time and space! This place captivated us for two weeks, lulling us into peaceful existence with fun surf, abundant fishing, and sunsets to eat our hearts out. The simple life is well worth the effort and unlearning to get here. And in regards to krapping, please please friends dig deep and carry out toilet paper or better yet use a rock or stick or wash in the ocean without soap. Even way out here we are constantly reminded of what we leave behind and it ain’t pretty like this picture.
Щодня прокидаюся швидше ніж розбудить телефон, одягаю щось максимально зручне і біжу замовляти каву. Моя любов до сніданків тут збільшується в кілька разів, а порція натхнення наповнює мене щоразу, як гляну у вікно. Плейлист ніби на моє замовлення і я не стримуюся, щоб не підспівувати улюблені пісні //