This practice is designed to help you learn to stay in the moment. Please feel free to share with anyone you know seeking enlightenment.
STEP ONE: have very little gas in your vehicle, preferably less than 1/8 of a tank (faulty gas gauges are extra helpful).
STEP TWO: go for a drive heading out into a remote area, the more remote the better (bonus if it’s mountainous).
STEP THREE: it’s imperative that you pass several gas stations along the way...just keep driving.
STEP FOUR: when you reach the point where you are looking at your gas gauge and the road signs for how many miles to the next town that might have a gas station, and estimating if you can make it, or not...
...this is where the exercise begins.
At this point, you can live in the future and worry if you’re going to make it to the next station. Or you can live in the past and have regret that you didn’t stop at the last station to fill...
...but in this moment, you have gas, your vehicle is running fine, and Tom Petty is playing on the radio. In this moment, life is good.
You can’t control the future or change the past, so turn up the radio, light a cigar, roll down the windows and enjoy the drive.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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This journey didn’t start in Richland, WA. This journey started the day my daughter almost died giving birth. Maybe the journey ended for me in Richland and I’m just driving home.
A week ago Tuesday started out simply enough...we woke up early and hit the road north to Marceline, MO to tour the Walsworth Publishing plant, then lunch at Tall Paul's in Bucklin, MO with Meghan Viers Jolliffe, Joe Cupp, and Beverly Cupp. From there, Jonathan and I would wander rural Missouri so he could get a glimpse of life out here.
I find I lack a certain discipline on the road. The brunt, of which, is paid for by my digestive system...well, and my liver.
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