I have been 1.8th of the way to the moon —

scottyFrom a true geographical stand point, the farthest I’ve ever traveled from home (the one I have here on Earth) is approximately 4,295 miles (Chicago to Honolulu). Which, according to the city distance calculator at geobytes.com, is an “as the crow flies” estimate, so in all actuality the true distance is bound to be a bit farther. Regardless, it’s a touch more than going from Seattle to Washington, D.C., and back again. Or, for the truly foreign among us, about 1.8th of the way to the moon.

I’ve never been much of traveler … not in the nomadic sense anyway—but not because I don’t want to see other places or discover new things, new people, new ways of being … but because when it comes right down to it, unless I can click my heels together or have Scotty beam me somewhere, I don’t get too excited about the other forms of transportation available; especially for long distances. Yea. I admit it. I hate to fly. There. I said it. I am a wuss. And now I’ve said that too.

I mean listen, I understand displacement theory and I get speed and acceleration, but when I look at an airplane or a multi-ton steel cruise ship, it just doesn’t make any sense that one can float, and the other fly. Fish are supposed to float. Birds are supposed to fly. Not gigantic, man-made transport machines. Am I right? Throw me a damn bone someone!

To be clear, I do fly (recall those 4,295 miles from Chicago to Honolulu) but I try my best to avoid it as much as possible. Which is why when I decided to launch a travel website/blog—Best from Indianapolis—I opted to keep it regional … besides, who knew Indianapolis would quietly climb her way to becoming one of the world’s Top Travel Destinations for 2017. (It’s true.) Go read … discover Indy. It’s the 12th largest city in the U.S. and has way more than Pacers and racers. (Look at that, I rhymed.)

Oh, and just in case you’re curious, when it comes to traveling via cruise ships, nah. I saw the titanic. I don’t care what you say about radar and technology and science and blah, blah, blah … it’s just not for me. Really. There is not enough Dramamine in the world nor enough vodka to calm me enough to make me climb on board. At least if I fly somewhere I can wake up on land.

And so, here I sit. I may have to be drugged one day so I can finally go to Spain, the Amalfi coast, the Vatican, the Great Wall of China, the Forbidden City (all places that intrigue me) but for now, at least I’ve been 1.8th of the way to the moon. So until I get my own pair of ruby-red slippers, for now, I guess that will have to do.

This post inspired by The Daily One-word Prompt: Discover. Now be on your way to discover Indy … it’s where I hang out ;)

A one-minute read on why you should throw caution to the wind …

titanic“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain

And the moral is … attack life. YOUR life. The one you want. Not the one someone else dreamed for you. Not the one you feel obligated to live. And most certainly, not the one you don’t want to live. Make no excuses. Be. 

And that’s all I have to say about that. Today’s post inspired by The Daily One-word Prompt: Vigor. 

What happens when the blackbirds escape the pie they were baked in?


Sing a Song for Sixpence (1880) ~ artist unknown

There are, according to my mother, 40,000 birds in my garage. That’s right. Forty thousand. Four, zero, comma, zero, zero, zero.

I have a nice house. But I’m not a Rockefeller. I don’t have a garage that would house 40,000 birds—no even tiny hummingbirds. And quite frankly, I don’t think 40,000 of anything would fit in my garage. Ladybugs? Maybe. They are pretty small. But I’d have to get the calculator out, rely on old-school calculus and geometry to estimate the size of their body, multiply it by 40,000 and divide it by the square footage of my garage. Alas, it’s the morning after Thanksgiving and my brain is still fully satisfied from yesterday’s meal, conversations, etc. etc. etc. So why bother it with anything new? I’m just about as content as I possibly can be ;) Continue reading

An Open Letter to Everyone Worried About Gaining Weight on Thanksgiving


Freedom from Want ~ Norman Rockwell

Stop. Just stop. Seriously. I mean what’s the big deal? So you eat a little more than usual. So you gain two pounds. Or three, or four. Big deal. It’s Thursday … the day will be over soon … you’ll go to bed, wake up and it will be Friday. Then, before you know it, it will be Sunday and those “couple” extra pounds and today’s chaos will be a thing of the past.

So today, give thanks. Enjoy the fortunes you’ve been blessed with—because one, if you’re fortunate enough to be reading this then you’re fortunate enough to have either a computer of some sort or a mobile phone … and I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you’re also fortunate enough to have more than enough to eat today. So stop contemplating those extra pounds. Stop fretting over something so insignificant and relish your surroundings.

This Thanksgiving, be thankful God has blessed you with the wherewithal to gain a few pounds.

Me … instead of running five miles this morning I’m running seven today. Paying those aforementioned few pounds a little something forward. Now go share this post with those you care about. Hell, share it on Facebook … maybe we’ll start a revolution ;) Enjoy your day everyone! Today’s post inspired by my over-thinking brain, last year’s Thanksgiving turkey, and the Daily One-word Prompt: Chaotic.

Sometimes everyone needs a solid shove to their backside—

rainy-streetIt’s 8:33 a.m. I’ve been awake for well over two hours … I should be running. I should be done with my run. I should be on to something new rather than stuck listening to my mind debate itself, anticipating the crappy weather that awaits me as soon as I step out my front door. Continue reading

An open letter to people who smell cantaloupe before choosing one—

thinkerCan a person really over think something?  Is it possible to spend too much time pondering a decision? If I’d only done this, or done that … blah, blah, blah. (Note, if you cannot answer that question from the get-go then you are clearly an over thinker and this post might send you into a thinking induced coma.)

I mean we’ve all seen the crazy lady in the grocery store that has to smell a dozen cantaloupe before picking one out only to decide at the checkout that she really doesn’t think it’s ripe and therefore doesn’t want it after all.  (Oh, was that you – sorry – but come on already!)

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