WARNING: The content of this post is NOT light-hearted and could contain triggers for some.
On a personal and collective level, 2017 is unlike anything we have ever seen before. There is literally no blueprint of the past to help us deal, cope and attack the events that are happening around us. We are left to make it up and strategize all of this as we go.
After struggling with the feeling of displacement for four months, I’ve realized that following my heart means leaving the city and friends that I truly love so much.
Today marks my two year anniversary of returning to Charlotte and of living bike-centric in Charlotte. I’ve biked over 3,000 miles so far this year and nearly all of those miles are commuting to places that I need to be. The recent headlines about an aggressive driver have brought up a discussion that is very eye-opening…
One memory can trigger a stream of old emotions connected to many buried memories of the forgotten past. I think it’s best that we leave those on the mat.
How do we create a community that everyone can feel free to be a part of?
Most of my adult life has been a slippery slope struggling to define and explain the who, what, where, when and why of the things I deeply desired to do.
We all have that handful of important people from our pasts that I like to call “catalysts” because they manage to spark an extreme progression in some dimension of your life.