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Awake to the sound of streaming music gradually growing louder, a faint warning quickly growing into a siren.

It’s go time! I roll out of bed to hastily brush my teeth and pull on shorts, a t-shirt and running shoes. Yesterday was high-intensity training; today it’s back to hitting the pavement. Ear buds in I take a two mile run through the neighborhood, watching the pink tones of sky change to blue and the world slowly begin to awake, become alive. The beat of hit-hop music keeps me on pace and the wind beneath my feet makes me feel closer to nature, much closer to being alive, being myself.

My perfect days are imbued with the sound of music.

A hot cup of coffee flavored with white chocolate mocha is next up as I start my day on my balcony with a view of the ocean. I love great bodies of water because everything feels bigger near water as it goes in and out. A single drop in the ocean has an incredible story and limitless possibilities for exploration. Seeing water makes me feel the same way, as if I’m just a drop of water in the ocean with unfulfilled possibilities.

A single drop in the ocean has an incredible story and limitless possibilities for exploration.

My mornings are time for productivity. Even though I’m a night owl I prefer to get most of the work out of the way before heading out for the rest of the afternoon/evening. My focus is on technology and inbound marketing, however I also spend time working on the last installment of my best selling fantasy book series.

Afternoons are when I have time to go on an adventure and expand my knowledge of the country I’m temporarily staying in. My evenings are the best times, full of energy, friends, people and events. It’s life and the best life is lived surrounded by those you love and meeting others who will become important in your life.

A perfect day is not filled with things or places, however it is full of feelings, experiences and opportunities. There are many moments in life which I attribute to being perfect, and those moments added up are the sum of a perfect day.

I have perfect moments each and every day and most of those moments are because of the attitude I have adapted in life.

I strongly believe that you do not have to become what others expect you to become, and if negative pressure continues to confuse you and pull you down, it’s time to sever those connections. I believe going against the grain should be the new normal and staying true to who you are is more important than answering to a call outside of yourself which will never make you happy. Stay true to your heart and enjoy those perfect moments, whether it is a whole day or 30 minutes when you wake up and realize life is truly worth living.

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Hello Bloggers, Readers, Entrepreneurs and Inspiration Searchers! Today’s topic is business and travel:

What’s your definition of freedom in business and adventure in life?

When I was traveling the coast of Ireland I wanted to do nothing more than set up a desk on the side of the road, pull out my laptop and write for days on end. The beauty of nature inspires me to write, create and bring new ideas into action. It can be hard being creative with the same old day in, day out schedule, and traveling certainly forces me to be more creative, think outside the box and provide solutions for unique problems.Travel

I think we were all born with a desire to acquire knowledge and learn new things. Each and every one of us is up for a challenge whether it means getting active in your immediate community or exploring foreign countries for months at a time. I think the more we learn the more we will be able to define freedom in business. For me freedom in business means not having to worry about losing income because I decided to spend a month in Italy or take a random trip to the mountains to work with a different view. Adventure in life means I’ll finally be able to stay in a treehouse in a volcano (no seriously, check it out!) and tackle other places on my Airbnb wish list.

When I think of taking business on the road I know I have to plan, prepare and stay organized. Sometimes it’s just too easy to play all day and let productivity go out the window. It takes disciple, independence and determination, something I’m still working on. The comfort of working for 8-5 if the consistent income and awards for stepping it up every year. When I went from working for a large corporation to small business many naysayers told me “It’s a huge risk working in a small business.” Well, I must admit, I’m a bit of a risk taker and it generally pays off.

What risks will you take to find freedom in business and adventure in life?

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My first business trip was to Rome!

Rome, GA that is before you start to get all jealous. I always like to take a beat before saying Georgia just to get a reaction. Rome can boast of being home to 3 colleges, one of the top 20 largest cities in Georgia, however it is not accessible by highway. After traveling down several long and winding country roads, viewing a variety of old homes, horses, cows, goats and whatnot, I arrived at the city center. Being early for my trip I took a brief detour to explore a bit more of the city.




Where did you go on your first business trip?

There is something magical about tickling lights in the dark. They serve as a friendly reminder of home, of warmth in front of the fire, a hot cup of team and a blanket to snuggle under. There is something in the beauty of light that captivates us, which is why the “Lights” art exhibit at Cheekwood was an incredible experience.

Floating balls of light

Balls of Light

The mystical ever changing globe of light


Plastic bottles of water knitted together into a column with the music of wild sirens playing in the background


A house on a hill protected by a field of light


Which one is your favorite?

Below is a preview of a 40,000 word novella I wrote as a prequel to the Four World Series. Following along in the adventure/fantasy theme Myran tells the story of a young woman determined to fight through tragedy and regain her place in the world.

Selections from Chapter 7 – Lightening Vision

I woke to a silvery light, I could tell it was daylight, yet around me a phantom of mist floated and glazed its way around me. We were still deep in the forest, lost in its secret and hidden paths, yet everything here was enchanted, it all seemed to move around me, or maybe it was the eeriness of the mists. Nothing seemed real, yet everything was touchable.

The leaves seemed to have their own bodies, moving, no, even floating in the shadows of light. The grass was flattened under the presence of the unearthly and even the vast trunks shuddered under an impending weight. For the first time, I began to feel the fullness of the power of the “wild things” and their knowledge and infinite life. It began to touch me, creeping over my body softly until I felt cold and clammy and I realized what I had been fighting. A power impossible to resist, knowledge vast beyond understanding, who could live so close to this? This was true fear, the large knowing which stood up and looked me square in the face, and told me this life was not for me.

I was not a “wild thing” and would never be one. This is why I must leave and give them back their sacredness, return their secrets to their keepers, and never stir beyond their untraceable borders again. There was no fighting this mystery, they had relented, as long as I was a child, but now, grown as I was, it was over and they returned to their home.

As for me, what would happen to me, this was now thrown to the wind. Life was now meandering, following the directions of the wind. Now I was the stone which had been cast into the waterfall, it was my turn to go where it willed, and as much as I wanted to refuse, I could not resist.

“Are you ready?” Luthín asked. I was surprised at the question, I expected her to simply rush me off, as the day before.

“I will never be ready,” I replied my words sounded neutral in the unforgiving air, pushing me away and onwards, further from the secretive “wild things”. “I know now though, it is not up to me.”

“Then you feel it too,” she paused, lost for a moment, in what, I could not understand, she appeared to be seeing more than thinking.

Tilyon walked up, the signal for departure. Luthín quickly turned to me, almost apologetically. “You cannot know, it must be like you have never been here,” and without warning she produced a greenish belt which she wound around my eyes.

A slight hint of anger washed over me, but the relentless power of the “wild things” was strong. I knew it would be useless to disagree so I simply let myself be guided by Luthín’s nimble fingers. My thoughts I kept to myself, from the probing of the “wild things” who seemed to know all, which was all too much. One cannot expect a child, raised by nature to suddenly become tame. As much as I liked my wondering thoughts I wished for little more than security and by ripping me apart, the “wild things” had lost my trust.

“Where are we going?” I asked, sometime later. It was more of a request than a demanded. I felt, blind as I was, at least I deserved to know where we were heading and whether they were faithlessly casting me out into the wild, returning me to my people, or simply finding a new hiding place. I had much doubt in the last thought, it seemed to me time to take life into my own hands.

“The shadows are fixed far from here,” Luthín murmured as if she did not hear my request.

“We are returning to the Green Havens,” Tilyon replied smoothly in his easy voice. “Do not worry, they accept outsiders there,” then he paused, maybe thinking he had offended me by calling me an outsider. “You will not be forced to leave there,” he trailed off.

Even though I could not see expression, I felt rather than visualized the exchange of glances between Luthín and Tilyon. There was something boding, information they were hiding from me. “Are you going to take me to my people? Are you tired of hiding me?” I asked, unkindly.

One of them stepped on a stick, an unlikely misstep for a “wild thing”, it snapped loudly against the light fluidity of our movements. The remains of my question were answered in silence but I knew at least I had reached part of the truth and fell silent for the remainder of the day.

Sometime later, the rapid pace of forest life slowed and the air chilled slightly around me. Now I heard larger wings and higher voices calling to one another, the animals were tip-toeing around each other. Now came the dance of the hunter and its prey and night, as if hiding this deathly game, came like a swift cloud and covered the nocturnal activities.

Even with this change, however slight, my guardians continued to travel on, pausing for neither food nor drink. It was like the night before, a flight into the unknown, a sense of desperation spread and soon I began to feel chilled and lost. Darkness gathered its’ deep despair around me but instead of relaxing in its arms I grew tense. At this pace we would soon arrive at the Green Havens I guessed, and once again I would be trapped in their designs of a life. Possibly there would be another fight about me and then a decision. I had to escape, as soon as my eyes were released. Then it would be my turn to disappear into the forest, it would be my turn to forsake the sacred rules and laws the “wild things” appeared to keep.

Ready for more? Sorry this book hasn’t been published yet but please feel free to contact me or leave me a comment. Due to demand I may provide an early release!

Weekends mean extra time for the next adventure, however I found myself in quite an unusual position spending time babysitting for 24 hours. As this past weekend was also Mother’s Day I must hand it to parents for their commitment, momentum and patience which I can certainly put forth during a brief 24 hours but day in and day out is a different story, I must applaud them.

Children have extremely active imaginations and don’t believe in limitations, their high energy requires constant attention which led to a trip to Palmer Park. There I was let in on the secret passageway, a leafy path off the cemented road where mothers pushed their strollers and dogs are jogged along on long leashes. The short passageway (and let’s face it, grown ups are too big for the secret passageway anyway) let to iron gates, a warning to stay away, but ended with a waterfall flowing into a creek.

Iron Gates


From that slice of beauty I took a road trip down to Birmingham, Alabama, a lovely country drive complete with cows, goats, dead armadillos on the side of the road, deer brave enough to cross a high speed 70 MPH interstate when dark falls and endless miles of nothing. Bursting out of the countryside enter the city, which is not a fantastic town. I grew up in Alabama and find no reason to return, except for surprise trips to see my mom on Mother’s Day. Additionally the shopping there is not half bad including the Summit – my personal favorite – and the Galleria.


To sum it up, it was an exhausting weekend but the look on my mom’s face was completely worth it!

Nashville has its on unique landscapes, events and beauty. One of the places I was fortune to visit was Traveler’s Rest for their Crawfish Boil and Beer. The landscape is absolutely gorgeous and the New Orleans food and beer incredible. One our way there we drove under various tunnels:


The landscape on the historic plantation was beautiful:


My meal of crawfish were extremely lively:


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