Will I Know Better than the Lessons I'm Learning Now?
Here we are. It's been a while again, huh? I could say that I've been busy, and while that's true, I think I probably wind in and out of my love affair with my own stupid words. There are moments when I love my writing, not just because it's cathartic to me, but because I genuinely believe that it's good and of value. And then there are times when I borrow the words and music of other people to get me through. I've been living that reality for the past several months. I'd been thinking for the past week or so to give this a refresh, but I was catapulted into action this morning when I woke up to find that Anthony Bourdain has died. I think it hit me hard because he's living the life I would most love. He travels and eats food and talks about it. He's been called the rockstar of the culinary world. His taste in music was incredible. I think what hit me is that his death is proof that happiness doesn't come from the outside. Stuff, and places, an...