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.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

SLACKER TUESDAYS

This is getting to be a habit. 
Last Tuesday, I wrote about how it was way too hot to move and so we decided to forego the gym to lay in the a/c and watch movies and eat steak sammiches. 
This Tuesday’s excuse was that it was just entirely too beautiful out and the motorcycle was calling our names. 

"Jennnnnnnyyyyy...  Miiiiiiiiichaellll... 
I am way more fun than the gyyyym and I will take you to get taaaaaacos..."

So, again, we skipped the gym and errands, this Tuesday to go for a motorcycle ride and to eat tacos.
At least we left the house this time… 
Progress.

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