While Camping at the Beach...

Today is my 39th birthday and I'm camping at the beach for the week to chill out and work on some projects. Today several "challenges" came up in terms of client issues and email glitches (2 emails that were supposed to go out to 11,000 people actually only went out to 100). I've been glued to my laptop in a coffee shop "firefighting" for the last 3 hours.

This could really piss me off if I let it but one distinction I've made about mobility is this: If you're going to work from the road, you can't expect life to stop when you travel.

Sometimes people say to me, "You're going on vacation again?" My answer is always the same, "No, I'll just be living at the beach for next 14 days".

I like the idea that I can live in different locations during the year with my home being simply, "base camp". So travel is not merely a "parenthesis" in my real life, but rather a natural extension of how I live.

Do I like firefighting in a coffee shop on my birthday? No, but it's a small price to pay for the freedom to travel and explore.
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