Introspection

Dream job? Check.

By |2011-09-20T09:09:54+12:00September 20th, 2011|Business, Introspection|

I’ve got my dream job. Ramit Sethi asked in this post about people who have successfully achieved their dream job, and my comment on the post got lots of responses. So I realized it’s time for me to describe it on my own blog. I design websites while living in Costa Rica. It [...]

The Highland Roots

By |2011-07-18T07:27:59+12:00July 18th, 2011|Family, Introspection|

This weekend, I took my children to The Highland Games, so I could expose them to the community of Scots from whence they came. Indilea loves the idea of cousins. She has always wanted cousins. This weekend, I gave her more cousins than she could count. My children and I all share a middle name: [...]

Shedding Stuff and Juggling Drunk

By |2011-06-27T08:59:49+12:00June 27th, 2011|Introspection|

I lost my backpack this weekend. And it didn’t even phase me. I’m a Capricorn. I am notoriously addicted to stuff. While not exactly a hoarder, I could easily be called a collector…and maybe even an over-packer. I like to be well stocked and supplied. Okay, I’m a hoarder. When we move to Costa Rica [...]

Relaxing from my Center

By |2011-06-24T10:29:14+12:00June 24th, 2011|Introspection|

It’s only because I am consciously rocking the gut this summer that I noticed:  I have been continually holding tension in my abdomen. Tight in my center. That’s me. This unfortunate side effect of staying in shape has created energetic blocks between myself and what I want to manifest. By staying tense, pulling in [...]

One Beer Belly, Please.

By |2011-06-14T15:06:52+12:00June 14th, 2011|Introspection|

I have made the decision to acquire a beer gut. This decision was not come by lightly. I am supposed to be doing P90X this season, but with starting a new business, selling all my worldly possessions, and preparing for a move across the continent, devoting an hour or two every day to my fitness [...]

Hey, thanks. This life is awesome. #trust30

By |2011-05-31T17:06:26+12:00May 31st, 2011|Introspection|

According to the rules of the #trust30 writing prompts, this is my first day (out of 30) of trusting myself, and writing what needs to be written. Todays prompt: We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph [...]

Don’t Gimme Shelter

By |2011-05-12T10:04:22+12:00May 12th, 2011|Introspection|

The mindset of Western and European people is fundamentally influenced by our crappy weather. When I want to take my kids out of doors, we have to hunt for a large list of essential clothing: Coats Shoes Socks Baby Legs (but my 5 year old insists we call them “leggings,” and if I call [...]

Repatriating for Health Care

By |2016-12-26T14:57:43+13:00May 5th, 2011|Costa Rica, Family, Introspection|

Like many Americans, I have gone bankrupt because of our for-profit health insurance system. Unlike most Americans, I am leaving the system altogether, and coming to Costa Rica. International moves are expensive, but the cost of repatriation dwarfs the risk of becoming financially crippled for simply getting sick. My daughter has a pre-existing condition. She is four years old. There is a cyst on [...]

Ruminations on Moss

By |2011-04-12T10:29:20+12:00April 12th, 2011|Introspection|

Portland is a pretty mossy place. Moss needs three things to grow in abundance: Lots of water Little sunshine No movement As a city, and an ecology, Portland is filled with abundance. Things don’t just grow here; they proliferate here. With that abundant proliferation, there is little incentive to chase after life lustily, because it [...]

Ankle: Broken or Sprained? Uninsured, either way.

By |2011-03-29T15:09:13+13:00March 29th, 2011|Introspection|

Accidents happen. And in America, they bankrupt you. I had an accident on Sunday. Totally predictable, run of the mill accident. Running at top speed, in a padded gymnastics facility, I pulled off a long kong (diving jump with my feet behind me) over a 5-foot tall vault. The landing was not glamorous; I turned [...]

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