Where Does Your Heart Live?

When you close your eyes, what do you see? Well, when I’m not seeing dirty pics in my head, I see this. This is home to me, the quiet still air of the Adirondack Mountains. I used to live three miles from this location and I would visit it every day just to learn its various moods. Each one was unique and awe inspiring to me from days like this one pictured to blizzard conditions. Though my body may roam, my heart lives here. Where does your heart live?

Get Off My Grass

Why is life so fucked up with lines and dividers and definitions. Why can’t we just be, live, love, and accept? I want to be me, my me, not your me. I want to like who or what I like, don’t tell me I can’t. I want to dance with whomever I wish and don’t give me shit for it. Trust shouldn’t fence us in, it gives us freedom to prove ourselves and our own personal limits. If you don’t like them, let go and move on, you cannot change me.

My Last Day Of Freedom

After four years of being out of the corporate mosh pit, I jump in once again… sort of. Tomorrow I join the public sector working for my school district as a computer guy. One of the various skillsets I have accrued over my lifetime. So what’s the big deal? It’s all in my head, it’s the first day jitters, the big change in my routine, and having to fill someone else’s shoes. My style is to blaze my own path and that makes this difficult. It’ll be hard to keep myself from thinking about how I could be out exploring mountain roads and photographing the foliage. The thing I think about the most is my quiet time. As an introvert, that is so important and I’ve just given up 99% of it. How is that going to play out? What will happen to my creativity, my mood, my happiness? On a happy note, I am looking forward to getting a regular check again to help support my family and my expensive hobbies!