Hol'Up

Back in this bitch.

It's been awhile since I've written anything. My apologies for the lack of updates; I've been in orbit lately, literally in the sense that I've racked up quite a few frequent flier miles lately as I've traveled this wondrous country of ours, and metaphorically in the sense that my productivity is at a peak, going to school full-time again and working 20+ hours a week. This jet-setter life gets tiring at times, but whatever it takes to get there. I'm all 'bout that progress, baby.

This past month or so has been something of an enlightening soul-search, and although I say this every time something momentous occurs in my life, I must admit that the end result feels far more satisfying than my previous pursuits. And speaking of the pursuit: I endear it. The road is a much funner place when you're in no rush to get to your destination, and there are few things in this life that excite me more than the feeling of sticky rubber on asphalt, a quick downshift as I ease up on the gas and peel back, sliding a couple of lanes over before kicking the clutch in and speeding off into the sunset.

In many ways, the way that I drive is symbolic and representative of the way I live my life: each and every motion is performed with an intimate touch, yet is fueled by passion and a hunger for the thrill at the same time. No longer am I that timid sixteen year old, sitting behind the wheel of his mother's car - an automatic, of course - afraid of hopping onto the freeway, fearing that the merge might get the best of him and have him crashing into another craft. Nope, I've taken complete control now. I don't think I could ever go back to driving an automatic again - speaking both about my car as well as my life.



30,000 feet in the air.