Puerto Plata, Sosua and Cabarete
While our itinerary is more or less set for this three-week adventure, I wanted to give you a glimpse of my impressions of the Dominican Republic visit. Since we’re in the first half of the trip, we’ll look at part of the north coast today. Specifically, I’ll focus mostly on Sosua, a town of around 50,000 people. It is down . . .
I seem to be one of those types who is always burning the candle at both ends. I have a job that has its own demands, plus additional jobs to fill in any spaces left in the life.
To make matters worse, I’m easily distracted which makes me painfully inefficient. That’s a conversation for another day – don’t . . .
My wife and I spent three weeks in Panama this summer. Last summer we did the same in Ecuador. And in January, we squeezed in over a week in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Each was a great visit for us, but in different ways. Investigating warmer environments has been on our agenda as we seek to identify prospective second residences . . .
Reflections on Being Average
I’m just an average guy. I haven’t accomplished anything particularly memorable, nor does it appear anything along this line is going to emerge anytime soon.
A recent quote from an interview on the late artist Prince reminded me again that exceptional performances require exceptional commitments. And average . . .
I suppose the first question to be answered is what the “it” is in the title. I can say that the it varies from person to person and is determined by our life circumstances, to some degree.
Thoreau is quoted as saying that "The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it".
No. I’m not hanging . . .
Midlife men, I’d mentioned awhile back that I had been reading a book on growing older. It contains relatively short chapters on topics such as regret, fear, joy, relationships, and such, over 30 different topics. A chapter on ‘meaning’ touched a nerve recently. It seemed particularly relevant to me and captures what I think is a key question . . .
I find myself thinking more and more about what kind of life I want to be living. Perhaps it is due to my age and the speed by which the years continue to fly by. It seems like I’m only living about one out of every three years that go by on the calendar.
I often find myself referencing an event as happening a year or two ago that . . .