Does this dude write anymore???

Yeah... if I have something to write.

Almost a year ago... I went to the city of Carmel (not Caramel, Carmel) by myself. The trip was one of those... "I need to figure shit out" trips you take once in a while. I was in a bad spot. I was in considerable physical pain. I was in an unhappy marriage. I was severely depressed. I was pretty much hating life.

I went to Carmel because it was a place that I could just go and find some peace. I could take a time out and basically just drop out 3-4 days by myself. I wanted nothing more than to chill and figure things out.

One of the things I did was wander its beach. I walked up and down it barefoot for a few hours every day I was there. I even walked onto Pebble Beach Golf Course from the beach just to know the feeling of standing in the middle of that course. No one chased me off... just me and the 9th fairway.

I remember just staring out at the ocean... thinking about the future... Thinking where I was going next, like I was at the end of something and ready to take on the next challenge. I was a lost soul but I was already found. Or so I felt. But when I went home from this trip... things were totally going to be different from that point on. I was going to take control.

A surreal moment this past Sunday... almost a year later. I was standing on the beach, staring at the same ocean just a few miles north of Carmel. This time I had Elijah and my soul mate, Fara with me, and life could not be better.