Journal Entry # 48 – Happiness

body of water across leafed trees

Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose. – C.S. Lewis

Journal Entry # 47 – Breath Dreams

backlit clouds dawn dusk

Breathing dreams like air.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald

Journal Entry # 46 – You Must Keep Moving

man riding bicycle during nightfall

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving. – Albert Einstein

Journal Entry # 45 – Why Not?

close up of fruits hanging on tree

Why not go out on a limb? That’s were the fruit is. – Mark Twain

Journal Entry # 44 – To Taste Life Twice

antique blank blur book

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. – Anais Nin

Journal Entry # 43 – Miss or Forget?

person standing near lake

The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you. – The Notebook

Listen Here Busker!

Hey Everybody,

It’s Monday again and like most Mondays, it was painfully brutal pulling myself out of bed this morning knowing there’s a new work week upon me. I’m sorry, but just when you get used to the weekend, poof it’s gone. Anyway, yesterday, my fiancé and I took a walk downtown, something we hadn’t done in a while. There was no rhyme or reason for it, we just wanted something to do on a lazy Sunday afternoon and a stroll seemed like a great idea. As we made our way down the street, we began to see a bunch of people start to gather all in this one area. Turns out we strolled our way toward the annual Busker’s Festival, it had been going on all weekend and yesterday was the last day. Being that we were in the right place at the right time, and given that a show was just about to start, we decided to get a little closer to the action and watch a performance.  Read More

Journal Entry # 42 – Feel it Again

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time. Not to change it, but to feel a couple of things twice.

Journal Entry # 41 – He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Cousin


Cousins are friends that will love you forever. Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the cousins together. In my cousin, I find a second self. A cousin is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. – some Google search

Journal Entry # 40 – Easier Made Than Kept

silhouette group of people standing on grass field
“Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.” – Samuel Butler
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