It’s a constant struggle, no? Everyone wants to play. Dirty Good Company likes to play in the dirt: on two feet or two wheels, on surf boards and yoga mats. Outdoor activity and simply letting go and having fun is an essential part of human experience.
I’m trying to lead a simple life. There is, however, a force in me that continually grasps at doing more, and being more.
I get massively frustrated that no one hears me, that they misunderstand what I’m saying and that I continually have to repeat myself.
The gnarliest mud I’ve ever encountered was about halfway across Zion National Park in the spring of 2014.
Resilience isn’t being strong, but how you face your weakness.
What do I want to live for? What’s keeping me from living fully toward that end?
Susan and I have been thinking about the topic of meaning, and the causes of our cultural discontent quite a bit the last few weeks.
I read an article this morning about depression from an athlete’s perspective. Then I read another from the view of a spouse dealing with her athletic husband’s depressive episodes.
I’ve long had the desire to keep things simple. It’s not an easy task in today’s society.