Josh’s Note: The entry started its life as a chapter for my book “You’re Doing It Wrong” but it won’t be making the final cut. I didn’t want to just toss it away so I’ve transformed it into a blog post. To give some context to it all, I wrote this following a really nasty
Hello, my name is Josh and it has been four years since I’ve stepped foot on a Hawaiian Island. I am lucky enough to be able to travel all over for work and I will never get tired of the grand adventures that I am able to go on. Back in 2013 I was lucky
Ok. It’s one of those nights where, at one point, I’m sure I had something wonderful and profound to write but it hasn’t come. Now it’s 1:30 in the morning and I should probably just go to bed but I can’t and I’m watching Saving Mr. Banks. Well, that’s a lie. Saving Mr. Banks just
Let it be known that I travel. A lot. I have been lucky enough to have a job that offers me the opportunity to explore the country and visit new and exciting places. Side Note: For those that don’t know, my primary job is as an Anti-Bullying/Social Media specialist. I spend a large amount of
I will start this by admitting that I am VERY tired right now and the struggle to keep me eyes open is very real. This past weekend I ran the Gasparilla Distance Classic (posts about the races coming soon) and I have yet to have time to catch up on that pesky sleeping thing. True
So, I was reading a recent blog post by my absolute favorite blogger, Jenny Lawson. Jenny and I have a ton in common but one thing that stands out the most is our constant battle with spellcheck and both of our inability to use words that we can mutually agree exist. On a recent post
Tonight I got to treat myself to a Broadway musical in the most amazing way possible. In a stroke of luck I had the evening off which gave me the opportunity to catch the last night of Fathom Events’ Newsies the Broadway Musical. What makes this experience so unique is that I was able to
I blame every inspirational poster ever created for the following blog post… So the other night, in the midst of several stress dreams about work, I had one that gave me pause. First and foremost can we please discuss how horrible stress dreams about work are? First off- one dream I had just last night
It’s the first weekend in February. That magical time of the year when Americans learn just how terrible there are at roman numerals and two sports teams of some sort prove that Tom Brady has seen his shadow and there will be something about a goat? I don’t follow baseball. I should also mention that
If you happen to be one of the unfortunate souls that watch my Instagram story, you know I’ve been sick the past few days. Well, in reality I’ve been feeling something coming since before Dopey. I managed to fight off the worst of it until after all my races but it was inevitable that I
Somewhere With Regret 