This is my official do over.

A little over four years ago, I made a really tough choice: I quit my job at a large law firm in Chicago, without a clear plan as to what to do next.  I was not cut out to wear a suit for a living, nor did I have any desire to live by the billable hour.  I was not alone; the number of demoralized lawyers grows every year with each new batch of first year associates.

So, with very little planning, I set sail for Southeast Asia.  I documented that journey here.  It was amazing.  And it was so hard.

After Cambodia’s abundant bed bugs kicked my ass, California was next on the agenda.  Oh, California, how I love her. Apparently, though, I had not sufficiently learned my lesson; I went back to the “comforts” of Big Law life and worked for the closest human embodiment of Satan that I have encountered.

Now, I call East Nashville, Tennessee my home.  I have returned to the South that I left some fourteen years ago.  I hope that Nashville will offer a slower pace, an opportunity for me to catch my breath, and place to shed the emotional and physical baggage that I have been carrying around for far too long.

I am going to explore, create, and nourish.