“F—ing sharing economy,” I thought to myself as I turned the ignition key to the Zipcar a fourth time without any luck. I was supposed to be on my way to a meeting with someone whose time is more valuable than mine. An early start to a very consequential day at work. But now I was late.
Recreational flexibility. Having a Class B RV like Roxanne means we can get up and go fast, sleep almost anywhere when we’re tired, yet have the comforts of home along with us. Last weekend, we learned a little bit about the freedom not to travel.
We recently came back from our first summer stay at a private campground not connected to an amusement park. In fact, it wasn’t really connected to anything at all.
Today’s the longest day of the year, the summer solstice. We’re about to hit the road. We kicked off the season a little early with an outdoor adventure and a mammoth rock concert too.
What if not every moment in life had a purpose? In fact, what if we set aside moments whose purpose was no purpose at all? In short, what if we created more white space around ourselves?
Sometimes, doing the right thing isn’t the easy thing. My trip to work Wednesday morning might be the perfect illustration of the point.
I ran the Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon yesterday. At 8:35 a.m., on a 30-degree day, surrounded by thousands of others, I was literally chasing minimalism down the middle of a downtown DC street.
I took a sabbatical for the past few weeks. Not just from this blog, but from social media too. I’ve returned to tell the tale.
I haven’t had a TV set in my house in about a decade. Last weekend, for about 10 minutes, I wished I did.
Just before sitting down to write these words, I finished reading a book and handed it off to my mother-in-law. So tonight’s the perfect time to talk about how books come into our lives and stay there.