After a good cry and a rare talk about my mom, my dad asked why I go cross-country, as he has since Ive begun, and FINALLY just admitted that he thinks its really cool, what I do. That felt about as good as all the positive Facebook feedback Ive ever gotten about my trips combined. THEN I admitted that I want to turn that into a living, somehow. First, my knee. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. OR, as my Twitter profile should read, A journey of 10,000 miles begins with a single Tweet.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 06:11:14 +0000
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