Ha, watch out, I have been moved to get in front of the camera in the last couple of days! Today, May 8, I celebrate 36 years–whch just goes to show how OLD I am–of sobriety.
So I thought to reflect a bit on my lifelong introversion, also lifelong inability (not that I’m bragging to work up any kind of interest in or knowledge of world history, and the way the two have combined (along with other factors) to shape my approach to travel.
The day before, also riffing at least in part on the introvert/love-of-silence-and-solitude theme, I shared a bit about my recent hermitage retreat during which I read, among other things, Lewis Hyde’s The Gift and a biography with which I identified a little too closely in places, if you know what I mean, called Howard Hughes: His Life and Madness.
Deeply grateful for my life, my sobriety, and you, my readers.