Zen and the Art of Speedskating

Ok… I admit it, I have an email addiction. In the crazy hurly burly of moving, I have only had about a half hour of online time every two days or so, when I can drive down the steep streets of the Avenues to the library or a wireless enabled coffee shop. My email inbox is filled to overflowing, and I cannot give it the attention it deserves.

I have clients who mainly contact me online, I have friends who are used to me replying within 15 minutes of them sending me an email. I find that I can be often more thoughtful & coherent in words here than I am over the phone. No email is like one of my main vocal chords being cut, like one of my senses for understanding this world is dimmed.

Think about this fact for a second if you have suffered from similar withdrawal from email/cel phone/land lines; Half of the people alive in the world today have NEVER EVEN MADE A PHONE CALL! That is sobering.

I glance at my mobile phone clipped to my belt, in a few seconds I can be connected to an almost limitless number of people & places. If I got hurt skating or if my health imploded, think of the tools the doctors have at their disposals to help me. Humans have come a long way from smoke signals, drums, and leeches. Is what we talk about any different though?

Anyway. I think the tone of these words will undergo a change reflecting how my life is changing. I used to be very engaged in the theoretical implications of this choice I have made. Now the path is right in front of me. I wake up in the morning, and the mountains are out my window, everything I own is halfway in or out of some box. I have been training on my own, like I have for years, suddenly, now, I show up for workouts with a bunch of other committed dreamers. A soul finds its society.

Like I want to write about my 2nd and 3rd days at the office with these like minded souls, but I have had no time, but here is a picture of what I have been up to, more on that later

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