Pack Up & Fly Away

Summertime, we often like to think of it as some sort of escape. We picture ourselves basking in the glory of all things bright & cheery. We pine for that one or two week getaway for the majority of the year prior AS IF it comes with some elixir that shall utterly free us for years to come. Does it? What is it about the sun, the rising temps, the crowds or the banality of travel that drives us to such extremes? Is it marketing? Is it the free flowing promise of never-ending alcohol consumption? Is it something more primal? When did it become a “thing” a must have? Why is it so rewarding? “A bad day at the beach is better than a good day at work” What really drives us to make a trek, spend ungodly amounts of moola only to repeat the cycle year after year? Are we really just creatures of habit? Do we crave that feeling of don’t worry be happy to the point of no return? How did the travel industry go from Brownell Travel, formed in 1887 (with 10 brave souls headed to Europe) to the #microsoft backed Expedia.com circa 1996? (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Travel_agency)

Is our need to escape innate? Is it a manufactured human response to the day to day interactions we have with each other? The alleged work life/home life balance is that really a thing? As long as humans have existed there has been a need for us to be entertained. Just try to imagine the first human hearing another laugh! Was he shocked? Was he terrified? Was he befuddled once he starting laughing along uncontrollably as we often do when faced with such laughter? Was that feeling the first real addiction mankind has had to seek out? That feel good feeling that generally is so palpable its virtually inexplicable? Or was it mankind’s first venture into unknown territory? leaving him/her so enamored that questions abound become a priority like no other! Are there more places like this? how can I see them? What lies beyond the horizon? why has no one told me? Why do we drop seemingly everything to go where we have never been or even return to the same spot year after year after year? How many instagram photos are predictably interchangeable? You’ve seen one sunset…? God knows there are only so many Ansel Adams this world has to offer. Yet our need to capture the ocean knows no limit. Can it be our thirst for beauty is blinding us to what millions of others see on a daily basis? Does our hunger for validation grow with each posting of our latest mountain view of the clouds around us? Maybe just maybe, like the ocean beneath us that vast unexplored terrain of darkness and warmth(or cold pending how far you are willing to dive) is never meant to be conquered. Its certainly plausible that our longing to explore needs no real conclusion. That perhaps answers as we know them are nothing more than a manmade construct that really only seek to provide us with numerous way to keep our fertile minds busier and busier as time marches on. With that I shall leave you with one of my favorite Tennessee Williams quotes:

“Time is the longest distance between two places”

It Ain’t Over Til It’s Over

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It is often said that “there is beauty in abundance”. The armchair cynic will tell you (yell at you?) that too much of a good thing is anything but. This leaves a significant portion of people striving to walk/run/tepidly jog down a path of somewhere in between it all. Far be it from me to tell you to strap on the latest pair of #JimmyChoo Diamond encrusted running shoes, however, there is something rather enticing about veering off the beaten path. Let’s say you are one of the always playing it safe individuals, whom has never once thought of reaching for more. Let’s just for a moment think about branching out. Maybe quitting that job? Maybe selling that outdated ultra low tech hoop ride you’ve sinking money wildly into for years? OR perhaps you are gonna go the opposite route? You could very well be ready to take in some much needed rest & relaxation. Maybe the proverbial rat race has finally run it’s course! You find yourself seeking solitude like never before; afternoon naps? Spending time with that cousin who calls you’ve dodged for years? Hobbies? maybe you never made time but NOW, now you are ready for anything from knitting to kickball.

This time of year is the best time for change no matter how small. This time of year is when you often find hidden strengths and a passion that you thought you somehow lacked. Whatever path you choose, be sure to go full tilt. That whole choose wisely thing? Fuhgettaboutit! Now is the time to embrace ALL that is around you, all that you saw but didn’t REALLY see! Remember it was only one guy at #Nike who woke up on the right side of the bed and said just need to do it! The rest as they say is history! Be that individual, be that guy, girl, or whatever? to go where you need to be. Nothing is stopping you, nothing is in your way. Eight billion or so people roam this wacky excuse for a planet, and don’t think for a moment there isn’t enough room or options for what you want or even don’t want. With apologies to ole Bob Proctor “Abundance is all around you, so make the most of it what you genuinely desire”. Whatever it is you want its already there waiting this I promise you.

Season of Change

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The Official Start of fall being less than two weeks away (#pumpkinspice white women & all things retail would argue differently I know, I know) has brought my favorite time of the year for reflection with trepidation. Yes, it’s customary to wait til the end of the year to somehow reflect & project, I typically find that September is much more inviting for this kind of thinking. The summer/fall change for me has always been more brutally honest. Those leaves changing colors, drifting from the safety of those branches year after year without fail, brings about a visceral set of emotions. The temps suddenly turning cool to crisp in the mornings, the smell of recently re-landscaped lawns, all are too beautiful to ignore.

This year however with so much uncertainty, with so many unanswered questions still looming, can I count on my yearly season of change to bring me that inner peace? September 22 on one hand feels so far away. Pandemic be damned, Foreign affairs growing ever more unsteady, and yet it’s coming still the same. The unpacking of your favorite sweater, searching frantically for that elusive hoodie. The online shopping for that new pair of boots, that long awaited trip to a cabin by the lake. School, studies, bus stops, and that ever growing craft beer market! (can there really be that many variations of pumpkin brews?) There are so many tried and true instances to look forward to, that surely I can forge ahead and regain my confidence! I can find that spark that shows me year after year after year whether leaves fall sooner than normal or later than I’d like, the autumn season shall never disappoint.

There are those who prob dread the shorter days, the coming angst of who to invite for Thanksgiving? People often find numerous reasons to long for anything but the changing of the seasons, but to ask for 24/7 365 days of monotony sounds more dreadful than anything if you ask me! Those limbs that crack loudly as they realize they no longer can sustain life on that 75 yr old tree, or that barn that finally gives way before the coming winter as it slithers to the ground only to stay lopsided for years to come are things of genuine beauty. Fall and all of its trappings shall always bring about joy and change for the better.

While Autumn never lasts long enough for my liking; it’s with apologies to Robert Frost that I must concur “nothing gold can stay indeed”

In Space, “No One Can Hear You Hate”

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Someone once said it was THE final frontier… I say its the only frontier anyone actually cares about! Did you know that NASA as of the year 2020 has in its employ 17,373 individuals? (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NASA) I repeat “17,373” individuals, & yet our #spacerace is down to three brilliant billionaires! Three!!! These three men have done what 17 thousand plus individuals couldn’t get done and are vilified for it? (yes I know My hero Elon has yet to launch his ego maniacal ass into subspace YET) Maybe Elons focus on Mars has him preoccupied? Perhaps his recent 6th child plays a role in his last place finish to reach the glories of subspace travel? Whatever the reason it saves him from the onslaught of the ALL the crying, hand wringing, whining and sniveling that The KING of internet commerce has had to endure! For the love of all things Picard could people be any more petty? The memes, the snide comments, the faux #CheGuevara armchair financial analysts!!! ALL screaming as loud as their keyboards, & raggedy android/apple twitter loving phones will allow them to pontificate on ALL things they know nothing of for hours on end! Its beyond hilarious, to think that a guy who started in “HIS” garage way back in the 94(that’s 1994 for those of your keeping track)where he went from Washington (the state) to SUBSPACE in less than 30 yrs!!! Can a brother get a Congrats? Can a Brotha get a attaboy? Can a brother get a #Godspeed ??? NOOO instead he gets torn down before he is 1/2way up to his destination! Instead he catches ALL kinds of hell as if he shoulda been dropping cash outta that capsule from the minute he took off to the second he reached subspace! Did I get a kick outta the “Dr. Evil comparison memes? heck yeah! Did I take umbrage, with the “he should not be thanking his employees/consumers/friends and whoever else” tweets/Facebook vitriol? YES I did.

Bezos may be a lot of things God knows he is never gonna win “employer of the year” or Husband of the decade? He is however nothing short of a genius! Have you bothered to think what it must have been like to slave away in a garage trying to start a bookstore online? Oh sure you take it for granted now getting your groceries within a two hour window, ordering a floating shelf for your toddlers room delivered next day with NO S&H charges(that’s shipping & handling for those of you still shopping in actual brick & mortar stores?) I’m sure many of those screaming at the top of their entitled lungs cannot begin to fathom the COLD hard truth that BEZOS is in fact our generations equivalent of Vanderbilt/Rockefeller/Carnegies.

The unmitigated gall that has permeated some parts of society, that leads us down a path of what’s his should be OURS, is at best preposterous, at worst misguided. Income equality? Homelessness? World hunger? not a single one of these travesty’s could ever be solved with one man’s (woman’s?) wealth. Amazon is without a doubt capitalism and the fruits it bears are here to stay. Anyone who postulates that Jeff’s trip to Subspace, Deep space, or MySPace is somehow a waste of time & money NOT well spent is missing out on all things past present & future. Alas as we all know #hatrersgonnahate with apologies to #TaylorSwift & #OmarNoory

A Return to Normal

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They say this is it; they say we are on that bumpy road to recovery. The return of concerts, movies, and that lust for tourism! It’s easy to say life has thrown us the curveball we never saw coming. Despite ALL the changes, despite ALL the chaos, supply disruptions, and angst, rest assured some peoples’ “normal” never even blinked. Yes, one can split hairs all day long after all the wealthy missed more than one opera over the course of a year. Sure little Tommy’s little league dreams were dashed as well, but what about those who carried on? 1st responders still put out the fires, cops still made arrests. Custodians still cleaned retail establishments. The mail still got delivered! Traffic accidents still occurred. Doctors still delivered babies! Some people were not allowed to “STAY HOME/STAY SAFE.” In fact, one could argue; that the richest of the rich and the poorest of the poor saw very little change over the last year. So the “push” to “return” to normal while without a doubt is long overdue, it also lacks the wherewithal to accept and acknowledge those who maintained said normalcy, whether by choice or not.

Employment, housing, and yes, even friendships have found themselves altered, and in some cases, unrecognizable. There is a semblance of comfort knowing our lives are headed towards a state of regularity. Those who never lost that sense, however, are going to have the hardest time acclimating. They will find themselves surrounded by friends/family/coworkers who have been irrevocably changed. They will have to face the doldrums of daily work/life balance compounded with the incessant droning on of those who will over-share to no end. There will be resentment towards those who were fortunate enough to play “it” safe.” There will be dismay and confusion over those who couldn’t wait it out. There will also be a sense of collective relief. While mostly it will go unspoken and possibly even ignored, the efforts of those who forged ahead, pressed on, and lived to tell the tale are going to carry on undeterred. Those who find themselves back in the game will hopefully be grateful and cognizant of what the few who persevered managed to accomplish!!! With apologies to Yogi Berra; “it ain’t over til it’s over!”

Turning The Corner

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Tis’ the season! No I’m not referring to you whitetail deer hunting types. Nor am I hinting at you last minute shopping professional procrastinators! Why it’s that time of year where one should take stock of their accomplishments! (or lack thereof; thank you #covid19) As I sit here sipping on some #TennesseCider courtesy of ole #jackdaniels I cant help but to feel, a pang or two of guilt. I had made quite the list of various goals & sadly these often were relegated to being downgraded to those pesky “to do” lists in one incarnation or another. Some as of this writing still have yet to even be started! There are those in the world who will start each year with well intentioned “resolutions” only to see them disappear faster than your uncle who owes you $100.00 on payday. People will tell you on any given day they cant wait to do …(fill in the blank) Go on Vacation, start a new job, get a new girlfriend, or take a nap! The same people will both find legit and illegit reasons to skip out on all of the aforementioned with the greatest of ease!

I’m here to tell you that next year is your year! That’s right I said it! Lets face it; if you haven’t done it by now…There’s always ~~tomorrow~~ next year! 2020 be damned! You didn’t think you could possibly be one of those #covid15wieghtgainers ? You can’t believe you didn’t finish that manuscript you swore could be written in a month? Are you are still staring at that #peleton bike with less than 20 miles racked up? Fear not! Next year is when you kick down doors (unless you’re DEA ofc and you’ve been kickin like a mule since day one) Next year is when you learn the joys of counting caloric intake, you suddenly seeing going 10X as a reality! Next year you’ll reach for the sky grab a cloud and swing effortlessly! How can I promise this? How can I be sure you even stand a teeny tiny chance? The truth is your potential is not only real, & not only alive but after this year of chaos & disruption you have NO choice! You are the only one who can make it happen; the story you write has a beginning that will lead you to a arc that shows you the world YOU want to live in, the world you create and the world you will come to embrace no matter what obstacles show up!

I for one am looking forward to seeing your goals and dreams realized and hearing all about them in the coming months!

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Two days from now some of us will find ourselves pondering what comes next. The questions will be relentless, confounding and even laughable. The culmination of the consistent onslaught of ad after ad after ad will finally leave us with a conclusion some of us totally saw coming and others…not so much. Pundits, pollsters, pranksters will have a field day & laugh all the way to the bank. This four year circus in the making is brought to you in part by those who could care less. This trainwreck of a #allamerican sideshow is unavoidable, unbelievable, and has reached an untenable place in our storied history. History has always repeated itself; for better or for worse. While it’s all too easy to live in a bubble where we feel like our emotional state is predicated upon the latest tweet, or misplaced #amazon order, lets not forget those who came before us.

We tend to forget that it wasn’t so long ago, that “The Voting Rights Act”(circa 1965) had to be amended FIVE times to be expanded to ensure protections could be carried out thoroughly. I repeat FIVE times with the latest amendment showing up in the year of our Lord of 1982 !!!(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voting_Rights_Act_of_1965#Amendments) Let that sink in; “1982” That’s the year #Time magazine declared it was the YEAR of the computer? That was the year the VERY FIRST #CDplayer was sold… in Japan no less. ohhh & that Thriller album was also released. All of these things probably got 10X the attention than the way more important voting rights amendment got. My point is ALL the handwringing over the standing in line/mailing it in/showing up on the standard day of to cast a ballot is much ado about nothing. The hubris is on the ludicrous scale of disbelief. Voting is way too important to ignore its history, way to important to pretend entire segments of the population were NOT given an opportunity to cast a ballot.

So please for the love of all things #political go on and vote BUT stop telling everyone your life depends on it or worse yet your neighbors life or your grandkids life depends on it one way or the other. Because when peoples lives DID depend on it, it took ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN yrs to do something meaningful about it. Let THAT sink in: ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN YEARS!!! Do yourself a favor; do your homework, think long and hard about what got us here. You won’t regret it once the obvious becomes crystal clear. In the meantime have a coke and a smile, zoom away & remember “presidents come and go BUT #wutang is forever!” I’m Rocco Santangelo & I approved this blog.