10:35 PM, the rocking chair in the living room at our place in Port Hope. I think a cosmic challenge somewhere has been accepted. I'm probably going through something. 

Earlier I heard an old man in a video say, "if you live in the past, you'll be depressed. If you live in the future, you'll have anxiety. If you live in the present, you'll be at peace." 

I guess so. I mean, I have been living in the past an awful lot lately. I've been pretty depressed about it too. And, I've been asking, "what's next?". Maybe that's causing me anxiety, living in the future and all. 

Hmm.. right? It's a head scratcher to ponder what a happy person should do to move forward, or at least live more in the present. There was a time when I was satisfied with such anxiety.

Today is a good day for a change.

It's about 7:53 in the morning, and I'm sitting at the kitchen table of our tiny home in Port Hope, Michigan. My cat is curled up in a cute little ball to my right, and down the hall I can hear my wife and son waking up, laughing about something. 

I don't have a lot of time to begin this, but I want something different from today. I have a lot of good things going for me, and I'm going to relax a little bit. Maybe now I can find the source of that voice that has been whispering to me.

Familiar.

Cat spirit. Goddess.

Maybe I just needed to stretch. I feel strong again. I'm onto something.

Coffee machine gurgles behind me, and the world is just about to get started. Oh, how I do deeply value these mornings. What's the secret to having more mornings like this?

I really don't think anybody reads this anymore. Can I start being honest? That would be greeeat.

Duygu

Hello blog,

It's a Tuesday in late August. My son is away at his grandmother's house and my wife is somewhere doing something. I'm here. I'm in a weird way. Too much live resin today, maybe. I'm not myself. Sometimes writing helps.

I want to escape from social media. There was a time about fifteen years ago when I dropped my phone in the water, and suddenly I was free from the very basic burden of text messages. Now look. It's insane how much time I spend doing bullshit on my phone. 

I need something. I get excited about stuff for a little while and put my all into it. Then it kind of fizzles away and I go back to soul searching. I'm always soul searching. What does that mean anyway? Are we looking for souls or searching from within our souls? 

I'm just trying to see some beautiful things.

Maybe I've been spoiled.

Does anybody still read this? I'd imagine one or two travel friends are still lingering around out there also hiding from social media. What keeps you going? Are you still wandering around the world like you were when I met you?