Same Day

I explain  my decision to quit my job and travel and freelance/consult like this: my life had become Groundhog Day. I was living the same day over and over. But I wasn't using all that repetition to master my piano and ice sculpting skills, learn a foreign language, or try to save cold homeless dudes. I was sitting on my couch watching repetitive TV. And I was getting older. So very much older. Bill Murray had me on that front. 

There's a dude I see around town who looks just like Ned Ryerson and I'm pretty sure the last time I saw him he was going to offer up a life insurance consult. That, amongst other things, was the impetus to get off my ass and do something with myself. 

In two days I leave for Europe. It's finally (almost) here. The past month has been full of different and fun and exciting days. I've learned more, talked to more people, just made more effort to live than I had in the past two years, since my descent into Groundhog Day.