Category Archives: Simplifying

Superman Does Good. You’re Doing Well

As many of you know I can be prone to gloomy moments. That might be putting it lightly. There are those rare days when I hardly leave bed. But I’m working on this. Over the past week or so I’ve come to some realizations, with the help of friends, that have been helping me avoid such gloomy moments. One of the first things I’ve realized is that right now I’m pretty aimless. I haven’t been climbing much because most of my partners have moved on, or are too busy with school and work. I’m not working at the moment. Basically I’m purposeless. And I started thinking about how most people never make a difference, myself included. I know this isn’t completely true. We (hopefully) make a difference in people’s lives every day. We make them happy, give them advice, inspire them, and so on. But I wanted to do more than that, I wanted to do good. Read the rest of this entry


My New Home is a Park

Michael and me working on the platformI guess that’s not entirely true. I’ve lived in a park over the past month, and on a mountain, and off an old dirt road. It’s probably more accurate to say that my new home is a truck. It’s a 2003 Ford Ranger to be specific. We’ve only owned it for a little more than a month, but we’ve become very close with it. We put a cap on it, and built a platform for our bed. The platform allows us to sleep in the bed while storing most of our gear underneath. It’s sort of a poor man’s RV. Read the rest of this entry

The Deconstruction of the American Dream

Over the past six weeks I’ve been living on a farm, and learning quite a bit about what it takes to grow and provide food. But besides that, I’ve been learning and thinking about how we live, consume, and aspire to even more. I used to live the “American Dream.” I had a “great career” as a financial planner, I was married, owned two homes, and drove a Lexus. All by the age of 25.

And I was miserable. Read the rest of this entry

My New Home Is a Barn

It’s been three weeks since I’ve moved to D Acres. This weekend I’m back in Harvard, visiting Faye and the dogs. I find some things to be strange. Like packaging on foods. It doesn’t just get pulled, or cut from the ground. And trash. I make a lot more of it. I was trying to figure out what I could do with my yogurt cup instead of throwing it away. I decided to wash it out and save it as a scoop. Read the rest of this entry


On the road

In July my girlfriend and I will be quitting our jobs, packing everything we need into a truck, and heading out on the road. My family keeps asking me, “What’s your plan? Where are you going to live? What will you do for work?” The simple answer to all of it is, “I don’t know.”  But I guess that’s not entirely true. Read the rest of this entry


Happiness isn’t having what you want. It’s wanting what you have.