A few years ago, I unearthed a travel journal from a month-long trip to Europe that I took in 2006. As I reviewed its pages, I was struck by just how many details of the trip I had completely forgotten. And if the memories of a once-in-a lifetime trip that was so impactful to me could fade away – how much of my day-to-day life is lost? Sensations, emotions, achievements, losses, experiences from the mundane to the exceptional, all transforming from that specific moment in time to become that day, that week, that year, that life…

As I get older and gain a better understanding of how fragile, how brief, and how precious life really is, it's become even more important to me to me experience it to its fullest and to try to retain all of those little moments that might otherwise get lost. It's with this idea that I started the process of recording these moments – a travel journal, of sorts.

A travel journal for life.

Monday, May 14, 2012


“If you start having too much fun…  stop it.” 
The result of too much fun.
Our mom cautioned my brother and I with this statement just as her mom and grandmother had warned her and her sister. Some families pass heirlooms from generation to generation - we pass little nuggets of wisdom like this. Just a friendly reminder that whenever you enjoy yourself a little too much, life is sure to throw something in your path that will bring all the fun to a screaming halt.  So you’re likely better off to just recognize when the “too much fun” is occurring and stop whatever it is that you are doing in order to circumvent the inevitable downfall.
The reminder rang in my head this morning when I woke with a sore throat, pounding sinus pain, uncontrollable sneezing, and achy bones. This past weekend, I ate terribly, I raced death-kart-go-carts, and I hung out in a smoke-filled bar.
I had WAY too much fun.  I should have stopped it.

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