building nothing out of something

So as we venture out past the realm of extended vacations and into the world of life altering decisions, we appropriately find ourselves at the precipice of our biggest passage. Nothing defines conviction like commitment, and nothing defines commitment like time. We have spent enough time doing this for the wind and water to have eroded our softer bits leaving a stark contrast between enduring strengths and chasms of inadequacies. It's a hell of a thing, this trip. It's spending your days living in bar lighting and occasionally walking in front of a mirror in the harshest of fluorescents. It's sorting your dirty laundry in paradise. It's sifting through your own entrails at a dinner party. It's accepting your only way home is the way you make. It's rebuilding a house on fire.

I'm sure 9 of the 7 people who read this blog would much prefer I abandon the idle ramblings for a more informative and practical approach, but I hate that shit. Sorry. Blogger stinks for video so we made a youtube channel. I'll try to get a bunch of stuff up before we head out for the Marquesas.

San Blas