September 30th marked my one year “Quit-Your-Day-Job” anniversary.
A necessary deviation from a well-traveled path. An elevated perspective offered a snapshot of my life further up that road, and I didn’t like what I saw, so I jumped the fuck off the trail.
The decision has afforded me a plethora of life’s most precious commodity.
I have had time to explore.
Time to explore foreign lands and cultures, and perhaps more importantly, the expanses of my own mind. Time to read and learn and reflect and when the Muses have allowed… create. Time to laugh and breathe and love slowly.
A year of testing waters.
Dipping toes in tepid lakes to find the one worthy of a plunge.
I am not sure I have found her quite yet, but I have certainly discovered that I love to swim.
So here I am, back in Barcelona, doing the doggy-paddle as my professors try to drown me with Nietzsche and Aristotle.
And I couldn’t be happier.