Below is my “you kids get off my lawn face.” It rears itself on most days when I witness silly first-world problem arguments on the Internet.
Also, Feedly is my current Google Reader replacement choice but I’m giving Digg Reader a fair shake as well. You know, in case you were wondering.
(For the record, Twitter and Dribbble do not seem to allow animated gifs for profile images. Shame.)
Russian photographer Sergey Semonov seems to be pretty good at taking photos; view more of his work here: http://www.sergesemenov.com/
We just took a weekend getaway to see some family and the sights of San Antonio which gave me a good time to do a little testing out of the new VSCO Camera. All photo editing was done post-trip so as to try and be in-the-moment with the family as much as possible. Here are a few of my favorites from our outings around the city and the Hill Country between here and there.
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Chevrolet with pinstripes.
Escape.
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Urban falls.
Canyon Lake, TX.
While having lunch with a buddy yesterday, a conversation we were having triggered a thought in my mind that is just slightly longer than what could fit in a tweet. It’s not a new idea to me, I’ve believed it now for 8+ years. It’s also not the only reason but does carry some significant weight in why I choose to work for myself instead of working for somebody else. It is, however, one that I rarely share publicly. So, for all eight of you reading, here’s (one of a few reasons) why I own a small business:
Working for myself has nothing to do with not being able to work for somebody else and everything to do with the thought that I can’t hack it for anybody else.
I was skimming a magazine while at the house at lunch today. One of the things I read was about an entrepreneur who was giving three recommendations of things he likes and/or uses regularly. The list was boring and of little use to me other than a nugget that I pulled out about his tennis shoes and their encouragement for him to stay active when most of his day is spent in a sedentary situation: desk, emails, chairs, phones, keyboards, etc. He mentioned having a good pair of tennis shoes was nice for when he walked the 30 minutes back and forth to work each day.
It didn’t really trigger any type of epiphany inside of me but it did provoke me to at least think, ‘why don’t I walk to work?’ in my own acorn-brain. Nobody was home at the time to talk me out of it so I decided to set forth. Here’s a few things related to my walk or thoughts that crossed through my head as I jaunted south from my house to my office about 12:45pm on 4/9/13:
I don’t really have much of a commute so it was nice to have a bit of a change of pace. All in all, I think it was a good decision. To finish, a couple of things I’m grateful for post adventure…
I’m thankful for the physical abilities I still have to be able to walk to work. I’m thankful for the work that we have so that I can continue to traverse such odd spur of the moment desires. I’m thankful that we have the ability to live and work in the same community and that I don’t have long, daily (traffic-stuffed) commutes.