One month later… gimme more

I am one month into “My Scotty Adventure”, and it is difficult to put into words how great this experience has been.

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My central objective of the “Adventure” was to live simply… less stuff, more living.  Could I live comfortably in 60 square feet? Would I miss the conveniences of a “normal” home?

There are few amazing experiences I was not expecting.

The level of admiration I have for nature and serenity

I am a pretty easy going person, but the level of calmness I have experienced has been unmatched. The simple things around me are beautiful. Life is beautiful. A lazy day on a deserted beach… a hike on an unnamed trail… sitting here writing this on a pier that looks toward the Gulf of Mexico.

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I can be handy

The repairs and modifications I have made to Scotty have shown me that I can be quite handy. Plus… when a challenge arises it allows me “use my noodle” and challenge myself.

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my successful solar install

Reconnecting

The presidential election of 2016 did a number on me. It left me feeling disconnected from my fellow man. Living in my tin can and chatting with others about our time on the road has allowed me to reconnect with people… to find a connection.

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Fuck fear

Before I hit the road, I had fears.

  • Could I tow, drive 55+ miles per hour, deal with interstate traffic, change lanes, and not have a nervous breakdown?
  • Could I pull into a gas station without taking out a pump or two in the process.
  • Would I be able park the Scotty into a site that requires me to back up?

My experiences over the last month have further cemented the conviction I have that most fear is unnecessary and can paralyze us if we give in to it. I will continue to drive walk toward the unknown… to try the things that scare me a bit.

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Bring on month number two… and more adventures. 😀

Out of Business

In my professional career, I worked two jobs… one in television sales coordination and management… the other in real estate marketing. Each of these gigs lasted 12 to 18 months.

With the exception of these two jobs, I have only worked for myself. Entrepreneurship has been a big part of my life. In fact, it has been the biggest part of my life.

For 20+ years, I took my interests and hobbies and morphed them into work… into a profit. Maybe I am stubborn and like to do things my way. Maybe I like control and the perceived feeling that I am steering the ship. Whatever it is, it was the way I did things.

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I decided to re-evaluate my entrepreneurial drive after my last business venture matured. The next logical step was to sell the business and start another one… to earn more. After all, isn’t that what business is about?

Maybe it is mid-life crisis reflection, but I decided to change the rules. I have enough. I don’t want more… I want less.

There will be no more businesses for me… no more real estate investments… no more looking for the next big thing. My focus is on living… doing the things I enjoy… finding things to enjoy.

The exception would be passion and a desire to help others. If I find a cause I am passionate about, I would put on my business cap again.

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I am writing this surrounded by nature at Three Lakes Park in Snead, Florida… looking out onto one of the lakes, although I have no idea which lake it is. I assume it is part of a trifecta, a triad even. Feel free to Wikipedia that. I have too much useless information in my head. 😜

Anti-social?

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relaxing with a book and a blanket in Piedmont Park

I love that I have the opportunity to pace my day based on what I want to accomplish. I love that my space, my apartment, is custom-fitted for me and the work I do and the lifestyle I live, rather than for guests I might someday have, or someone else’s ideas of what a space should look like and contain.

It sounds horribly anti-social, I know. But that’s kind of a loaded term, isn’t it? Anti-social?

It implies that social is what we should aspire to be, while quite often ‘social’ gets in the way of what we really want to accomplish.

Why not ‘pro-self’? Individual-focused? Me-shaped?

There are immense benefits to having a good group of friends. People you can reach out to when you want a conversation and a beer. People you can discuss heady topics with when you’re feeling intellectually stopped-up. Folks who help you track time and make memories, sometimes by just being there.

But there are aspects of one’s development that can actually be stunted by an over-focus on socializing. Not being able to be alone — and to not just survive, but thrive, as an individual — seems like a limiting trait.

Colin Wright, Lifestyle for One

No… I didn’t write this, but it sounds like something I would write (or at least say).

Colin’s post is a bit of serendipity. I am headed out to do some solo tent camping today near Lake Lanier. Pics to follow on Instagram.

The day Mother Teresa visited

Mother Teresa has been declared a saint for her work with the poor in India. However, I came across a little nugget that I did not know… Mother Teresa also visited “my neck of the woods” to help the poor.

I was born and grew up in Southeastern Kentucky, spending the first 19 years of my life in Hazard, Kentucky. I actually lived in what I somewhat-affectionately called sub-Hazard, outside of the city… about 20 minutes away in Busy, Kentucky.

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Having spent almost two decade in rural Kentucky, I had no idea that Mother Teresa passed through. I guess I was too busy playing with my G.I. Joes. Even so, the now Saint Teresa visited twice… once in 1982 and again in 1988.

Mother Teresa shook the hands of a well wisher upon her arrival in Jenkins, Ky., June 19, 1982. She was there to open her first Missionaries of Charity convent in Appalachia. Photo by Charles Bertram | Staff

Mother Teresa had established a Missionaries of Charity convent in Jenkins, Kentucky. Most of the convents she had established were in larger cities, but here she was in Jenkins… a city that currently has population of about 2,200.

“For me it’s the people I look on, not the place,” Mother Teresa told reporters when the house was opened. “It is not the numbers. In Calcutta it may be thousands; here it may be two people.”

According to Wikipedia, Missionaries of Charity care for those who include refugees, former prostitutes, the mentally ill, sick children, abandoned children, lepers, people with AIDS, the aged, and convalescent.

I can’t help but thing what an amazing day it would have been to meet Mother Teresa at age 7… or 13… or at any age. It would be something to remember forever.

Having read about Mother Teresa’s visit, I am reminded we are one human race and we should help our fellow man whenever possible. I am also reminded that great and newsworthy things can happen in small towns. I am reminded that life is for living.

I am ready for my next adventure.

I hate small talk

I can relate with Amy Schumer on this one.

Yes… I can be social. In fact, I can thrive in social situations. But… does this make me an extrovert? No.

I like one-on-one conversations or small groups. I don’t like forced conversations.

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My fragmented mind

entrepreneur… hippie… artsy-fartsy guy… idealist… vagabond

Yes… I am all of those things… and a lot more. My mindset changes often, so my posts will change with me.

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Gone are the days of new businesses plans, endless domain registrations, and blogs based on a theme. When I feel like writing about a topic… well, so be it… I will write.

I am not going to spend my time looking… and contemplating. I am going to leap… and put my thoughts, interests, and adventures out there.

What’s next? Let’s see where my mind takes me.