My friend, Dave Caolo, shares his Monthly Bucket LIst. What a lovely idea! I’ll be working on mine this morning.
52 Things I Know At 52
- Your kid is probably a better photographer than you.
- Plan the work, then work the plan.
- Give a stranger a compliment and their smile will give you the world.
- Tell the world where you are but not when you will return.
- Most of my strengths are creatively embraced weaknesses.
- Example: How I build websites.
- If you approach everything with mindfulness, everything can be meditation.
- “Worry does not take away tomorrow’s troubles; it takes away today’s peace”.
- The wind is music.
- I choose my mentors.
- Life is not a straight line.
- Context can make all the difference.
- The world’s beauty is enough.
- If you find yourself stuck, try moving somewhere else. (Its how I’m getting this list done.)
- This is perhaps the most fulfilling purchase I’ve ever made.
- Journaling should happen in an an appropriately sized notebook.
- I still miss ambient intamacy.
- My writing process flies in the face of most writing advice I’ve read. But, it works for me and that’s all that matters.
- “Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.”
- Putting together puzzles with my family is group meditation.
- Even doing the dishes can be meditation.
- [The easiest way to increase battery life your iPhone is to use it less.
- Mindfulness is for mere mortals.
- “We don’t need more teachers, we need more practitioners…”
- The greatest lessons we learn are rarely the lessons we seek.
- Robin Sloan’s newsletter is still my favorite thing I read most weeks.
- I still don’t understand what the kids are listening to these days.
- It’s OK to not have an opinion.
- In fact, it’s OK to not give a fuck about some things.
- Perhaps even consider the value of doing nothing.
- Even though I’ve pledged to buy no new books this year and read what I already own, I’ve barely made a dent in this pile.
- In Japan this is called Tsundoku.
- The best time is always now.
- This is when my heart awoke.
- Sometimes, broken is a feature.
- It’s not about the stuff, really. It’s about the stuff behind the stuff.
- Even the space between us, connects us.
- In an emergency, these are useful survival tools
- Searching my site for “Beatrix age *” yields wonderful life lessons and advice. She remains one of my most valuable teachers.
- When people ask me, “What do you do?”, this is my answer.
- What Now > What If.
- This is all I ever want for Christmas. Exactly according to plan.
- There are things a photograph can never capture.
- There are two essential questions that drive every human being.
- To lead, one must choose to go the new way.
- Play the long game and the market will almost always be bull.
- I still long for a return to where business casual was considered minimum proper attire for travel.
- I’m going to die. So are you. Let’s act like it.
- Not all journaling needs to be words.
- Explore deep gratitude for the mundane.
- 51 (and all ages past 21 that end in one) always seemed a strange thing to say when people asked me how old I was. I don’t know why. Just felt like a strange age. A not quite age. I sometimes would be tempted to reply, “I’m almost 52” or “I’m 50 and 17 months”. So, I’m looking forward to the year to come.
- I don’t feel like I’m getting older. I feel like I’m getting better.
“He’s not a white guy who super likes bikes or is a mansplainer. So, that means he’s a really good guy”
— Beatrix, age 11, regarding my friend CJ Chilvers. We had the pleasure of having dinner with him and his wife tonight.
Nicholas has 100 words for your Saturday.
Increasingly, I feel the most dangerous divide in our nation is between those who read and those who don’t.
Cross the world four times | Derek Sivers
This is important.
Give a stranger a compliment and their smile will give you the world.
Hot Toddy for her. Bushmills 12 Distillery Reserve for me.

Current Thought Pattern: Most of my strengths are creatively embraced weaknesses.
Great punk rock t-shirt from my friend Brett. Available in white too. Instant order.
