life

I’ll Take My Path, You Take Yours

/ Sloan / 3 Comments

Yupp. In the last two decades I have lived in four countries, 8 states, and 12 cities. Hell, in the past 4 years I’ve moved 5 times and am currently in limbo in my mother’s spare bedroom. It’s pretty awesome eating her food, walking her poodle and having drinks at the yacht club every Wednesday and sailing every weekend. It is, it’s awesome, really…sorta. I mean, it’s cool guys…I swear.

            We all, (by we I mean my friends who have followed my adventures,) notice a pattern of WITWIS (where in the world is Sloan?) People don’t understand why I can’t stay put, why I move, why I jump off and go to Thailand for 8 months and fuck around. I’m getting to the point where I realize it’s okay to say why not? I’m happy I’m not married and popping out babies. (that’s great if you are and that’s where you want to be, but I don’t)

            In a convo with my favorite record store owner yesterday, he reminded me that I’m young and it’s okay to be experiencing these things. Hell, we can’t take it with us so let’s do it now while we’re nimble, sexy and can drink like a fish three times a week! I want to climb these mountains while my knees still work. I want to soak in the views before I need glasses, I want to eat street food before I have to worry about heart burn, I want to stay in gross, dingy but cheap hostels so that my money can be spent on my next bus ticket to god-knows-where.

 

I’m told on a daily basis both sides of this story. The side that tells me I need to settle down and figure shit out, and the side that tells me that it’s okay to not know. I don’t believe either side. I don’t know who to listen to. When I’ve found myself in this position before, the position of feeling like I need to find permission within my community, that’s when I’ve gotten myself in trouble. It’s when I listen to my heart and do things the way that I want to do them, that’s when I feel the best. So let’s all go out and get rad tattoos, see something awesome and experience life the way we want to experience it.

 

So that’s what I’m doing, anyway.

 

Said tattoo

Said tattoo

 

Said poodle

Said poodle

 

Something Has Got To Change.

/ Sloan / 2 Comments

Running is hard. Especially when you stop for a while. Usually stopping means you’re injured, you’re busy, you’re bored with your running routes. Usually stopping goes hand in hand with gaining weight and losing motivation to get back at it—because stopping goes hand in hand with running getting hard.

 

I never really stopped. I slowed down. I got lazy. I kept eating like I was running a lot. And that’s where I am.

 

 

Define It

/ Sloan / Leave a comment

Blanks I see on my Facebook:

 

Where do you live?

Where are you from?

 

Define Limbo:

1. ( often initial capital letter  ) Roman Catholic Theology . a region on the border of hell or heaven, serving as the abode after death of unbaptized infants (limbo of infants)  and of the righteous who died before the coming of Christ (limbo of the fathers or limbo of the patriarchs)

2. a place or state of oblivion to which persons or things are regarded as being relegated when cast aside, forgotten, past, or out of date: My youthful hopes are in the limbo of lost dreams.

3. an intermediate, transitional, or midway state or place.

4. a place or state of imprisonment or confinement.

 

My Limbo: Some days 3, some days 4. Neither good nor bad, it’s all in how you look at it. My goal is to look at it from the stance that this time in my life is an opportunity.

 

Define Opportunity:

 

noun, plural op·por·tu·ni·ties.

1. an appropriate or favorable time or occasion: Their meeting afforded an opportunity to exchange views.

2. a situation or condition favorable for attainment of a goal.

3. a good position, chance, or prospect, as for advancement or success.

 

My Opportunity: all of the above. Let’s do this. Let’s do life.