“We were never meant to handle all the information we receive everyday. It just gets so emotionally overwhelming to bear that weight.” The barista at Starbucks the other day said this to me in a conversation one morning last week and it echoes what I have heard and said myself many times. All day long…
Growing Up Rural: The Lake That Shall Not Be Named & A Little History Lesson
When you are an adventurer, there are always special places you go that you like to keep to yourself. (It is much harder today with GPS, Google maps, drones, social media and geo-tagging, but you still try to keep things on the lowdown.) For my family, we had a special lake up in the woods about…
Growing Up Rural: Flying the Chief
Did I fly through the air incredibly, like a bird? Did partake in the miracle of human flight … I’m flying! It’s amazing! Everybody on every plane should just constantly be going: “Oh my God! Wow! I’m flying! I’m sitting in a chair, in the sky!” — Louis CK For the first time in many…
Nine Hundred Forty Nine
949 Days. 2 years 7 months 7 days. 31 months 7 days. That’s when I first lost my sense of smell and that’s how long it has been since I have not regained it fully. Currently, I am about 50/50 I would say, between anosmia (no smell) and parosmia (altered smell). It has been such…