Written in 2017. I put on my board-shorts, ripped a coffee, and walked towards the Indian Ocean with 50,000 Rupiah in my pocket, the keys to my hostel dorm room, and nothing else. As I strolled towards the ocean, it felt like I was going to meet a high-school crush. The search for the perfect wave is a new journey for me, but I feel like in some ways this search has been in my blood since before I even tried surfing seven years ago, and on some level has even shaped the path

Yesterday I did something for the first time. I went hunting. I sat in a blind for almost 9 hours in -20C (with windchill), and was lucky enough to see 1 squirrel, but zero deer. So, was it a wasted day? Was I still hunting even though I don't have a picture of myself with a dead deer for social media? Although I didn't get an animal, I had a lot of time to think, and I had fun reflecting on a lesson that can be learned from my "unsuccessful" hunting day in relation to fitnes