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Ode to My Mamacita

It’s hard to believe it was nearly 15 years ago that my mother and I argued over banal shit (oops, sorry mom: banal stuff). We’ve both changed by multiple measures since those days of being co-hormonal and grinching about the laundry, what to have for dinner, each others’ driving skills (or lack thereof, depending upon perspective).

Both of us have experienced tremendous losses of multiple loved ones. Sometimes we’ve shared those losses: uncle/brother, best friends, parent/Opa. Each subsequent loss has left us each more tender to the world but raw towards each other, isolated and hurt in our grieving. More often than not, our mournings have been separate as we glimpse at one another, cautiously offering empathy from afar but never quite comfortable co-habitating in the difficult emotional spaces of tragedy and disease.

The quote may belong to Emerson but it is the parenting philosophy embraced by my mother.

The quote may belong to Emerson but it is the parenting philosophy embraced by my mother.

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If–>Then: Planning & Decision-making

I aim to be optimistic and always provide a genuinely encouraging portrayal of travel and life on the road but right now it feels downright dull and aggravating. Aggravating because of the combination of a plethora of options and my indecision paralysis are slowly driving me nuts. I know I don’t really have anything to complain about and I know my life is damn good; I’m blessed beyond measure to be able to travel footloose and fancy free–but I shall whine a bit regardless… Without the urgency of a compressed timeline (e.g. vacation, sabbatical) or the restrictions of needing to adhere to a specific itinerary, I find myself feeling listless and uninspired for the first time in months. I’ve been going for the better part of a year and it appears I’ve hit my slump.

For the record: I adore Waffle House (scattered, covered, smothered).

For the record: I adore Waffle House (scattered, covered, smothered).


My drive to pack up the backpack and hit the road is on hiatus. The itchy feet that plagued me months ago are feeling heavy and reluctant to put on more miles. The novelty of unfettered travel has lost some of its luster and now I feel like I’m sitting alone on a sticky vinyl booth inside an all-night diner; it’s 1am. The broken fluorescent lights twinkle off the dented silver milk tin next to my bottomless cup-o-joe as an indifferent waitress stares down at me. Though there are no other customers, she is impatient and irritated with me. Continue reading


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Coming of Age in a Bloggy World: My New Age Travel Blog

Well shit, I just labored over a beautiful blog post that elegantly wove a fabric of transition, vulnerability and honest self-exposure… And now it’s gone.

Chalk up one more point for disastrous SE Asian internets and +1 for impermanence lessons.

Now dear reader instead of being treated to my self-proclaimed magnum opus of a blog post you’ll have to settle for the quick and dirty version. It is this:

I’ve resisted it for months, hidden behind a veil of silence and ultimately accepted the course of reality. I am no longer producing “just-another” travel blog, I’m now owning and celebrating the reality of what this blog really is: a New Age Travel Blog. Continue reading


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Day four: 30 day yoga challenge

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As earlier alluded, I’m pursuing 30 days of consecutive and daily yoga practice while here in CM. Why? Why not?! It’s not as though there’s anything else that I “need” to do and frankly, my body is calling for it; it’s been nearly 6 months since I had a regular yoga, or regular anything, practice.

…I suppose that in turning 28 this month, I realize that my health and fitness are never going to be as elastic as they are now and so I better get down to the business of being healthily, laying a foundation for the rest of my life, if you will.

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How do your chakras feel today?

I’m quite content to be alone. This is one of the magical gifts of travel: it exposes what you probably need most by giving you space to be fully self-directed, self-motivated & “selfish.”

There’s nothing wrong with being alone, and there’s nothing wrong with being selfish. The word selfish has a very unfortunately negative connotation. This pejorative implication of selfish can prevent us from making decisions that are in our own best interests. Following the advice of my Oregon Mom, I replace ideas of selfishness with “valuing oneself” and “making choices and decisions in the interest of my self-betterment.”

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