I just recently returned from a vacation in Dubai.
It’s a pretty big and awesome city.
It was my first legitimate international trip. (Passport requirements aside, the Caribbean doesn’t count). Did I mention how fortunate I am to have experienced that? It almost goes without saying.
While overseas, I realized how much of a challenge communication in large groups, small groups, with strangers and barterers in a suk can be.
So I wrote down some rules that should help the flow of good communication for everyone, anywhere.
I was at the gym the other day — it’s kind of become my little sanctuary now.
It’s where I go to confront internal conflicts floating around in my head. It’s where I go start my days on a positive note. It’s where I go when I’m stuck in a creative rut.
Most importantly, it’s where I go to grow.
And I’m not alone, either.
The best part is that everyone at the gym is in a state of progression.
Even it it’s only for just the hour that walk through the door until we shower and unconsciously stumble back into a bad habit we’re trying to kick.
For that hour, we’re moving forward.
At my 24/7 sanctuary, I wrote little soliloquy on Twitter in between sets about fear, honesty and growth.
When I went to visit my brother and sister in-law in Omaha, Nebraska this summer, we made a souvenir stop at a quirky little shop called City Limits. It’s like an expanded spread of trinkets you’d find at Urban Outfitters, minus the clothing.
I picked up this little $2.00 magnet quoting the great Ernest Hemingway.
You’ve heard the phrase before, I’m sure: “Write Drunk; Edit Sober”. The man wasn’t lying.
For me, a glass of Pinot, a Cherub + Lupe Fiasco-esque playlist and a blinking cursor are usually the perfect lubrication to get the words flowing.
But even that doesn’t work all the time.
My grandmother passed away on July 13, 2015. It’s never easy to lose a relative, no matter how close you were. But there are two things that gave me comfort with the news.
One is knowing that she’s no longer in pain. There’s a relief that comes with that.
And secondly, knowing that she left the people and places she touched, better off. Whether it was through wisdom she imparted or plain ole selflessness, that’s what I think it’s all about. Progress. Making things just a little better.
Some friends and I have this WhatsApp chat group to keep in touch since we’re spread all over the country.
+ 1 for technology.
The contents of this ongoing conversation can range from weekend plans to political debates (sorry, Chuy) to time-sensitive flight deal glitches to jump on.
Sometimes we talk about dating, too.
One of our friends likes to screen shot ridiculous messages she gets from would-be “suitors” along with her cynical responses and share them with us.