As I stand in line at EWR waiting to check into this new gypsy phase of my life, I thought it would be fitting to write my first personal blog. I have admired this way of expressing and documenting my life from afar, wading in bravely now.. Feels like that recurring dream I have where I’m naked from the waist down, walking around the city.

I just left a successful media career at a top agency to move to Portugal where the cliffs have my name etched on them in the bright ink of dreams.

I’ll write daily and fully admit that my current enthusiasm may be considerably dampened at one point or another. I will miss family, home, friends, lovers, and comfort but being alive is worth it.

This is how I feel right now:

Choose Life.. Choose a job.. Choose a career.. Choose a family..

Choose a fucking big television, choose an up and coming yet trendy neighborhood that perfectly represents the values you want them to think you have, Uber everywhere, the biggest iPhone, and competitive Instagram your vacations.

Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-hour wait for brunch as a conversation starter.

Choose to be a team player and answer your fucking emails on a Sunday morning followed by bottomless brunch to drown out the despair.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing reality shows, stuffing fucking designer junk food into your mouth.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

I chose not to choose “life” — I chose something else. My choice has nothing to do with controlled or uncontrollable substances and everything to do with empowering myself to experience this life fully with the mindfulness it deserves.

More to come…

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