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I tend, like most of us do, to sit down on January 1, full of hope for the new year, and write out a list of resolutions: things I want to do, things I want to accomplish, in the next 365 days. I tend, like most of us do, to completely forget about that list by February 1. I'm pretty sure that I hadn't looked at my 2016 New Year's resolutions since I wrote them down in January. I may have vaguely recalled what was on my list for the first month or two of the year. But if you asked me,...

It's hard to want to look back on a year that was so terrible for so many reasons. There were shootings, terrorist attacks, earthquakes, floods, hurricanes. There was an election that was painful to watch and even more painful to accept. There were celebrity deaths that left the world a little emptier: David Bowie, Prince, Gene Wilder, Leonard Cohen, George Michael. The list goes on. One thing after another piled up, weighed on us, reduced us to tears. It was hard for me to want to look back on 2016, but, all the same, I went through all my blog posts from...

The other day I was cooking dinner, a lentil curry, and the hot blend of the cumin, coriander, turmeric, and cayenne was filling my apartment. I lit some Nag Champa incense and, together, the fragrance of burnt perfume mixed with spice made the whole place smell like India. If you don't remember, or weren't around, I can pretty much sum up my three month India experience in one word: miserable. India was one country that lived up to every television stereotype: dirt, garbage, crowds, cows. It was a tough country and, often, it got the best of me. There were the intense stares by...

I've been on this kick lately to do the things I always say I'm going to do. You know those things. Maybe you were watching an improv show once and thought to yourself, "this is so much fun, I wish I could be up there." Or maybe you passed by that swanky but impossible-to-get-into restaurant and thought, "I keep meaning to try to make reservations." Or, maybe, you were lusting over Pinterest boards on Brazil thinking, "someday I will take a vacation there." Those things. We're always making these mental lists. Lists of things we want to do in life. Lists of those things we...

There are people who vote for their own interests. For their own job. For their own worldview. For their own religion. There are others who vote for other people. For the people around them. For the people they pass every day. For the people who might need more than they do. There are people who vote for a candidate. There are people who vote against a candidate. None of those ways of voting are necessarily right or necessarily wrong. That's the beauty of a democracy. We can vote for who we want to vote for. We can vote on the issues that hit us...

Most of the things on our bucket lists are things we can, to at least some degree, control. If you want to learn Spanish you can take a class, you can download an app, you can check a book out at the library. If you want to see Machu Picchu you can book a flight. You can book a tour. You can plan that vacation. If you want to lose weight, if you want to buy a house, if you want to publish a book. You can actively work towards those goals. Many times, the only things holding us back are ourselves. But, there are...

My apartment in the fall is amazing. The light leaks into the windows all through the day casting a beautiful glow through all of my rooms. Unfortunately it starts seeping in around the time I've showered and am grabbing my keys to head out to work. And it ends by the time I arrive home. But the weekends are brilliant. At least. I had a pretty quiet month, I guess. I've been trying to save money so I have also been avoiding going out. I'm doing pretty OK with that. But then, of course, I slip, and say "fuck it, I...

Looking back on September, I realized something: the whole month focused on work. Not in a bad way, really. But most of the events I went to were work events, most of the times I went out it was with coworkers, and even my vacation to New Orleans was really a work trip. I'm not quite sure that's the balance I've been looking for. But, I guess, for now, I'll take it...

Things have started getting better. I've started feeling better. I've started feeling more alive again. Of course, when I'm feeling good, when I'm feeling alive, I tend to go overboard, I tend to take on more things. I tend to overextend. I'm hoping, now, I'm able to balance. I'm hoping, now, I won't fall down another rabbit hole. I suppose we'll see what happens next. But, August. August was a good month. Here are some of the things I did...

Someone once asked me why I like long-term travel. I thought for a second before replying, "When you're home you wake up every morning and think, 'What do I have to do today?' But, when you're traveling, you wake up and think, 'What do I want to do today?'" It was harder going from a full-time life of wants to a full-time life of have-tos than I led myself to believe. I was more depressed, coming home from travel, than I led myself to believe. That's not to say that being home isn't what I wanted. That's not to say that having a...