I’m home and enjoying being home. It’s a good feeling.
Crossing the International Date Line offers an opportunity for time travel without a DeLorean.
I had this idea that being back in my favorite place on the planet would, somehow, fix me. It didn’t and it can’t, because I’m not actually broken.
The Aussie equivalent of Flat Stanley turns out to be a yellow clay bus offering yet another reminder from the Universe about letting go.
I’m heading to Brisbane, Australia to present some of my doctoral research at a behavioral economics conference. Take that, Jerk Brain!
Although I’m far better at giving advice than I am at taking it, I’ve found one of the best sources of wisdom in my life to be commercial aviation. Ding!