Put the needle on the record. That's right. Now dance.

we find a rhythm, learn to move to it; after we've been doing it awhile, it's hard to switch beats.

i live by the things I've built my routines around: the same coffee at the same time, certain restaurants on certain nights, tivo settings, my treadmill, my seat, my parking spot.

but once the sudden sharp changes stop feeling scary, there's a certain freedom. saturdays aren't empty. they're mine.

not knowing what to expect, not having the safety of a routine, and not knowing what's next suddenly feels a little bit right.

if anyone is reading this, stay tuned. i'm inspired to upload photos from the road...next stop, sao paulo.