Old Potato Road.

i created a simple blog to keep track of the odd happenings in this unconventional life of mine. Old Potato Road is my favorite road in between Austin and my hometown of Bryan, Texas. at a point in my life when i was figuring out what the hell i was going to do and who the hell i wanted to be i'd pass Old Potato Road and laugh out loud. it reminds me to honor and seek those simple moments that give breath to our crazy lives.

even today, when i drive by after my mom, dad or courtney has graciously scooped me up from the austin airport i anticipate passing Old Potato Road. it reminds me of finding joy in the simple moments of our lives. the sort of simple joy that creates reprieve from the dust of everyday life we sometimes can't shake.

i offer no wisdom. just sharing my life. things that make me laugh. things that make me cry. things that make me, well, me.
There is a lot to be said about the power of stillness. The much needed redemption that it brings no matter the extent of its solace. Today I went off alone in Piermont, NY to have some simple alone time. I laid on the bench and as I watched the families unpack their picnic baskets and old ladies chat about who’s recipe was better, I couldn’t help but to be omnipresent in that moment. I wished to be no where else in the world. After much observation I turned the focus inward. As I laid on that bench listening to Balmorea I somehow drifted into the land of 1,000 Ramona Quimby’s, Punky Brewsters and Magic School buses. The land where all of my hopes and dreams are stored. Moments like today are life saving for this disheveled life I lead. It’s as if I was on a pivot doing a full 360 degree rotation with my sole mission being gratitude. Gratitude for the life and opportunities I’ve been given. Gratitude for the people in my life who share this wild ride with me. I always wrestle with the idea of home being so far away from my family up here. Days like today reiterate that home is where you invest yourself. And although this home may not come with Papa’s homemade pancakes, I see home in so many of the people around me and for that I am beyond appreciative. My life, my story, is better because of the other characters in it.

There is a lot to be said about the power of stillness. The much needed redemption that it brings no matter the extent of its solace. Today I went off alone in Piermont, NY to have some simple alone time. I laid on the bench and as I watched the families unpack their picnic baskets and old ladies chat about who’s recipe was better, I couldn’t help but to be omnipresent in that moment. I wished to be no where else in the world.

After much observation I turned the focus inward. As I laid on that bench listening to Balmorea I somehow drifted into the land of 1,000 Ramona Quimby’s, Punky Brewsters and Magic School buses. The land where all of my hopes and dreams are stored. Moments like today are life saving for this disheveled life I lead. It’s as if I was on a pivot doing a full 360 degree rotation with my sole mission being gratitude. Gratitude for the life and opportunities I’ve been given. Gratitude for the people in my life who share this wild ride with me.

I always wrestle with the idea of home being so far away from my family up here. Days like today reiterate that home is where you invest yourself. And although this home may not come with Papa’s homemade pancakes, I see home in so many of the people around me and for that I am beyond appreciative.

My life, my story, is better because of the other characters in it.

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