I describe travel as one of the greatest privileges and educators, I hope to continue traveling and learning from different cultures and history for as long as my legs will carry me. Still, after a three month trip through India and Nepal and another five months in the Philippines I find myself missing home.
I gave a god-awful presentation last week at MelbJS. It was actually the second time I gave the presentation on d3 and it was a little worse than the first time, which was also bad.
Near the end of a four year stint in a corporate environment I took four weeks holiday by the beach. I relaxed, played guitar, prayed, treated acne, ate well and exercised with running, push ups and sit ups. It was a great time of recovery and healing and I started feeling better about myself and more healthy in the process.
This is proving difficult to write as I have no clear thoughts on what I truly believe or think about death, it's all a bit hazy. Perhaps by the time I'm done writing this rambling piece I won't be pestered by it quite so often.
My first week on the outside was thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying. Working for yourself somehow seems more honest, you know precisely what you have done and accomplished and are completely accountable for what you produce.