☀️🎂 Another lap around the Sun. And shit, this was the fastest one yet. But I guess that is normal, the more years you get, the quicker they feel. Getting older is daunting, scary, and we can often grasp at the idea of youth, oh to be young again, but the fact is that when we look ahead, you gain perspective. Until you’re 90 and then you’re actually old. But man, how lucky to have so many years… So that is what I am thankful for. The counting carousel of numbers, showcasing this ride I’ve been on. It’s been a true adventure, a pretty good story, and I am hopeful for what comes next.
Last thing I’ll say while I am up here is a little message to myself and anyone reading. Be kind. Laugh when you can. As much as you can. Have that martini. Pet that dog. Take that trip. Hold the door. Say thank you. Compliment strangers. Forgive. Love. Be patient. Listen. And don’t be afraid to express yourself. It’s cathartic and I believe we need more open communication and acceptance. More vulnerability. Less hatred. We don’t know when this ride stops, so while we are on it, let’s have a good fucking time.
Thank you for all the messages, texts, calls… much love.
-Scotty B
A great little adventure in Santa Barbara.
Looney loved being a house dog. With a yard. And a beach. And kids dropping food on the floor…
I loved being on Uncle duty and getting to explore, and playing in a golf tournament not pictured.
10/10 weekend. No notes.
Been needing a little adventure in the great outdoors…
Felt a little down lately, as ebbs and flows go in life. And sometimes when these blues hit, it’s the mountains that fix it. Feeling down, climb up. Sort of a rule I’ve had knowing that being in nature always helps in life.
So, I packed a bag last minute on Saturday, drove to the mountains, caught some epic views with the rain clouds coming in and had an amazing day hiking around with Ms. Loon. Sometimes you just got to follow that impulsive intuition and do it. Glad I did.
I haven’t been to Joshua Tree as much as some of the other National Parks in California, but that was mostly bc I thought it was sort of a congested hiking tour. It was only bc I got lucky and overheard a forest ranger tell someone else about these back roads that is a remote paradise. And no one ever uses them. I got a map and found the roads and it was better than I could have ever anticipated. Old mining roads from the 1800s that go on for miles - just pure freedom without a soul in sight. It was a magical miracle of nature - I never would’ve known they existed if I didn’t overhear one little conversation in a tiny entrance station. And now, it’s become one of my favorite spots. Looking forward to exploring this part of the park next time. Maybe even find some gold.
