It occurred to me that I’ll be attending my 20 year high school reunion. Time flies, yada yada. But it did get me thinking about who I was at 18 years old, on the precipice of graduating high school and entering college. An entire lifetime of events have occurred in the past 20 years, so I thought if I could give my younger self advice, what would it be?

I learned that I wouldn’t give myself all of the answers. Instead, I found myself opening the door to awareness and an invitation to explore. After all, I know myself well enough that I’m not going to listen to myself and just end up doing it my way anyway.

Perhaps 38 year old Jason will listen to 38 year old Jason’ advice.

We live along the great and the crooked. Some are people, but I’m referring to the great Lake Erie and the crooked Cuyahoga River. This summer, I found myself near, on, and in the waters of Cleveland. This summer, I thought about it differently.

Some days, the best you can do is wiggle that toe, maybe a little more. And that has to be enough.

If we’re going to do this… we’re going all-in and all out. Find out what I mean.

Hey there,

I intended to send out an email with some important updates and exciting news, but this is not that. This is a journal entry that has consumed me for almost the entirety of the day, hence the length and the hour I’m sending it out. I’m sharing this because I think its worth sharing. It may not be for you, and that’s okay. This is just my way of trying to make sense of things. Here’s a brief snippet, you can continue the rest on my blog (I didn’t want to scare anyone off with an inappropriately long email). Ugh. Just thinking about opening my email to be smacked in the face with a novel gives me anxiety. Anyway, I hope you get something out of it…