Getting lost running in a straight line

A few weeks ago I woke up and looked out my window:


A blanket of snow, probably around a foot or so.

Then the week after I was here:


Barren and eerily beautiful. Iceland.

Another week passes by and I find myself on a plane alone heading towards…:


The wonderfully quaint. Lisbon, Portugal.


Have you ever wondered if you were living it right? Life had become a routine and upon that sudden realisation, sometime around the new year, my stomach was feeling dizzy. It's a new decade and if I didn't do the things I promised myself I would do in the last now, I may never get the chance. I felt like I was getting lost running in a straight line.

Seeing Iceland was a real slap in the face, and I have a friend to thank greatly for that, I'm awake now. Outdoors. It's a beautiful place. I find myself taking photos again, the desire to explore revived, the urge to be creative.

I'm a bit late, but here's to hoping everyone has a wonderful decade ahead of them. Instead of making resolutions a hundred times, why not just do them? Go and take those pictures, pick up that guitar, paint that painting, travel, give to charity, leave that place a little tidier than you found it and let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. Don't let anything get the best of you… apart from alcohol abstinence, that's just silly.



Next on the list: Cycling to Paris from London.