I’ve been the guy on his laptop all day for over a week, stationed in Todos Santos, Mexico, at a cute little hostel in a sleepy town. Today, I reflected on the products of my creative effort and compiled a list below:
This whole business of life gets tremendously muddled with time, and leading an intentional life is like leading a group of nervous, loud-mouth travelers through an empty desert to a remote oasis with an unreliable compass. Clarity makes the compass work properly.
On my first morning in Todos Santos, I woke in a small bed, in a room with four other guests, heavy with regret and confusion. What am I doing here? I asked myself.