Back in 2009, I remember driving from Boulder, CO to my relatives in Massachusetts for Thanksgiving. Past endless corn fields, elegant New York woods, and plenty gas stations in between. I was broke and scared Both the conscious and subconscious parts of my brain were wired for fear and panic. Creatively, I was completely shut …
Close to midnight. Thursday, October 12, 2017. Feeling melancholy. I sat on the light rail at Denver International Airport, headed downtown. Finally coming home after almost a month of straight travel. LA… Portland… Vegas… Chicago… Baltimore… Cabo… … and back. On the flight from Cabo to the layover in LA, I talked with a nice …
On Sunday evening, I sat at a 334-year-old restaurant in Cabo, hoping I wouldn’t throw up my meal. Not because I worried about the food. Instead, it was because I’d puked earlier in the day. Right when I was supposed to be doing a consultation for my business. It happened about five minutes after I …