Hanging by a moment.

Life is made of a million singular moments that, woven together, create the fabric of our psyche. We all have key moments we can recall, many of which we’ve shared over the years, but why do I remember certain events and you don’t (or vice versa)? What makes certain moments more memorable to us than others?

Moments can be a lot of things. They can be happy. They can be disappointing. They can make you feel passionate about life or others. They can make you feel destitute and devoid of energy as a result of pain.

How we perceive the positive and negative effects of these moments on personal development is the difference between a fleeting moment and a lasting memory.

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When is it acceptable to feel old?

Yesterday was Memorial Day and a friend and I cruised down to Oak Street Beach like we usually do when the weather breaks. Winter's hibernation is over - it's time to enjoy another summer in Chicago. After a quick lunch at Shake Shack we walked up Michigan Ave. First bad sign: loads of teenagers standing near the Drake. Second bad sign: police doing bag checks before the tunnel Third bad sign: teens as far as the eye could see on the beach When you're in beach mode there's no turning back. We walked our way past the sand courts, through a few groups of people, and marked our territory near two similarly-aged women (there weren't many of us). I bust out some watermelon, pull out my Grateful Dead book, and put in my headphones. I took a quick look around and saw nothing but teenyboppers. Here's the problem - I was a teenager once, so I'm not anti-teenager - but when you mix teenagers from different schools with alcohol and the insatiable d...

NOLA recap #1 - wheels up, wheels down

This is a post in a series of posts that detail various trips I've been on over the years. Trips and stories will be posted nonlinearly. READ ME . Laissez le bon temps rouler. Thursday, May 11th, 2017 Like most of my trips, this one started early in the morning. Alarm rang at 6:00am and I had no issues getting up - much easier process than an hour later when I normally get up for work. Finished packing and fired up the Uber-machine - the first of many Uber trips over the next few days. Louis picked me up in his Nissan Sentra and we were on our way. I will always talk to my Uber/Lyft drivers regardless of time of day because I love hearing their stories. --- Here's the thing. Generally speaking, people need to do a better job of learning more about the people around them. Talk to strangers when it's appropriate. Talk to your driver. Talk to a front desk person. People that are willing to open up and share thoughts and opinions (good or bad) make the world a...

What's he doing?

Another blog in a sea full of blogs. The truth is I've thought about making a blog for years, but never followed through. An ugly duckling among a world of tech-savvy peers, I still like to write things down. There's something about holding a pen and writing down your thoughts because you're devoid of a backspace key or an eraser. What flows from your head as your pen dances across the page are thoughts virgin to the world. I usually carry a notepad and pen with me wherever I go because, as I wrote in my blog description, our thoughts are often left unwed to action because our minds are curious and jump from one idea to the next with fervor. So, why a blog? Why now? I was walking around Old Town in Chicago yesterday with a friend and he asked me what three things I'd like to learn by the time I'm 30 - really an excellent question. I'm committed to a life of learning because the second we stop pursuing knowledge is the second we stop being curious - a...

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