Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner!
21 days. Three weeks. Just enough time to pack up my life, dismantle the scaffolding, and get the frell out of Dodge with whatever I can fit into a suitcase and a head full of half-finished ideas.
PDX is calling, and this time, I’m answering. One-way ticket bought today, sealed with a side of existential dread and the kind of quiet resolve that feels both freeing and terrifying. I’ve spent so much time navigating the familiar that unfamiliarity is starting to look like an old friend.
Why Now?
Because staying still feels like slow death, and I’m not about to let mediocrity win. Because the next chapter doesn’t write itself unless you pick up the pen—or, in this case, book the flight. This is #TheBigReboot, folks, and I’m throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks.
What I’m taking with me:
- Creativity: A non-negotiable.
- Curiosity: The best antidote to stagnation.
- Three existential crises and a cat: Priorities.
What I’m leaving behind:
- The weight of expectations I never asked for.
- The noise of trying to be what I’m not.
- A town that’s rung me dry but taught me how to fight for myself.
There’s no plan, just momentum. I don’t need answers; I need questions. Portland’s where I’ll start asking.
Kiloblitz will be my compass, a reflection of this messy, wonderful, terrifying process. Expect fragments, snapshots, and raw honesty. It won’t be pretty, but it’ll be real.
So here’s to Day -21.
The future is unfinished, and that’s the best part.
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