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Adventuring since 1986.

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Treat me like an adult & I will deliver.

When people ask me how I motivate myself working remotely (which happens EVERYTIME I say I work from home), this pretty much sums it up: 

http://www.inc.com/suzanne-lucas/want-higher-productivity-let-your-employees-be-grown-ups.html 

The reality is, some people need absolute silence and can concentrate on a project for hours without taking a break. Other people work better with music and with frequent interruptions, be it with other humans or the Internet. Some work best in an office environment. Others work best at home. Some people do their best thinking in the morning. Others are brilliant only after 10:00 p.m.

Depending on your business’s needs you may only need people who can work well on the same schedule as you, or you may just need good work, whenever it happens. So, monitoring Internet habits (impossible with the advent of smartphones anyway), or demanding that everyone show up at the same time—because you work best at that moment—is not going to increase the productivity level.

What works is focusing on results.”

- Freedom, space, being treated like a grown up. Sounds logical, right? I have never been more productive/happy with the work I do than I am now.

In Motion.

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.  ~Lao Tzu

 Sometimes all I want to do is turn off my brain, put on The Rolling Stones, get on a train (going somewhere, anywhere) and get lost. The unknown doesn’t scare me because it always seems to work out.

Leaving for me and getting away when I am most comfortable somewhere is something that I do very well, almost skillfully. I will be sitting there, maybe on my bed or at a desk or in my oversized marbled white bathtub and this thing (a thought, an apparition disguised as discontent, maybe just a longing for adventure) washes over me & I sink into it almost drowning in it & it whispers in my ear “go”. The message slips and slides all over me & even if I say “no, but I am happy here right now,” or “no, but I am too lazy to make any plans” or “no, but I am content,” that something, that small but strong wild messenger does not hear what I say and pulls me away and the next thing I know it I am on a train somewhere & am in motion.

In the state of perpetual motion is where I feel most comfortable. Sitting or standing or being still always leaves me feeling a bit sad and even when I am falling asleep I have to continuously move my legs until I am pulled deep under the curtains of my heavy dreams.

When I was young, maybe from the ages of 10 − 15 I travelled almost every month with my mom in a van full of tiny dachshunds up and down and across America from Texas to Minnesota and from Louisiana to Missouri and back again. The open road made my heart beat a little faster & I loved the long trips we took where there was no one else on the highway expect for us. Miles and miles of open country road as far as the eye could see. And no Internet, no Twitter, no Facebook, no bullshit, only a few books and some disposable cameras that I would buy every few trips at Wallgreens or any old grocery store that we would come across that belonged to the little ghost towns with names like Denton, Faber, Mill City, Black Duck, Moorpark…that dotted the long expansive road to nowhere that we would drive up and down on the way to our next destination.

It made me feel so free being on the road so young, so often. I became addicted to it. Hooked on the feeling on “getting gone.”

I am reading Sylvia Plaths journal entries from when she was aged 17-30 (when she committed suicide) and I stopped when I read this because it struck me hard with truth:

Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not-writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing, singing, laughing, learning.”

Motion. It just makes sense to me. When I talk to people about my desire to move, get away or change constantly, they are either horrified or mesmerized. They either get it or they don’t and to me, that is just fine. Change is my lover. Motion is my friend. Freedom means everything to me. So I go & I stay in motion or I might as well be dead if only metaphorically.

Poland. or the Czech Republic?

Decided I will go to Poland or the Czech Republic for a weekend October 1st - October 3rd because German re-unification day gives us a day off from work. Excited, but in the meantime I am still going to post about Portugal and I have some new Berlin pieces for yall as well. 

Poland. Warsaw. ?

or 

Czech Republic. Prague. ?

More on why I have a day off - Germany Unity Day via Wikipedia:

The Day of German Unity (GermanTag der Deutschen Einheit) is the national day of Germany, celebrated on 3 October as a public holiday. It commemorates the anniversary of German reunification in 1990.

An alternative choice would have been the day the Berlin Wall came down—November 9, 1989, which coincided with the anniversary of theproclamation of the German Republic in 1918 and the defeat of Hitler’s first coup in 1923. However, 9 November was also the anniversary of the first large-scale Nazi-led pogroms against Jews in 1938 (Kristallnacht), so the day was considered inappropriate as a national holiday. Therefore, 3 October 1990, the day of formal reunification, was chosen instead.

Before reunification, in West Germany the “Day of German Unity” (Tag der deutschen Einheit, without capital D) was 17 June, remembering the failed Uprising of 1953 in East Germany against the Stalinist government. The revolt was crushed with Soviet aid; the exact number of fatalities is unknown, but estimated at somewhere above 100. In East Germany, the national holiday was 7 October, the “Day of the Republic” (Tag der Republik), commemorating the founding of the German Democratic Republic in 1949.

And here is David Hasselhoff helping with the re-unification…

Amazing huh?