Is it luck when I pick a spot in the sky: beyond the halo of city lights, the spot where one will shine in my purview, in the absence of a fingernail moon? I want a star to streak for me. Bleach my sky.
My thoughts race across the things I want. Float between two desires. If a star shoots during a wishful thought, does that mean it’s destiny? The star has given me it’s blessing to pursue.
I am selfish.
I wonder how many specks of burning dust validated a thought. Gave a wishful soul justification. This may be…
I recently attended Mozcon, a digital marketing conference in Seattle. The trip spurred a lot of firsts for me: I traveled alone, went to the other side of the country, bar crawled with a stranger, ate at a 100% vegan restaurant, and met some SEO super heroes.
For the majority of the trip, my brain lived somewhere between absolutely terrified and
“don’t tell me what I can’t do!”
… I’m going to call this cautious cockiness, for lack of a better oxymoron.
Growing up, my youthful travels were limited to a 24 hour driving radius from our home outside of…
creative writing major turned software engineer