I’ve Been Invited to Medellin, Colombia
Today is a high energy day. I’ve got lots to think about and I’m feeling great. The first thing on my mind is an invitation I got yesterday, an answer to a dream I’ve had for a decade. It was from the Ministry of Trade for Colombia–an invitation to travel to Medellin and see their flower show. I’ve always wanted to visit this misunderstood and honestly, dangerous place and here came my invite.
“Much to my surprise, I no longer feel a need to get blotto. Instead, with a sober mind, I’d like to continue processing, analyzing, and ruminating on what I’ve seen. And it strikes me that this change from passionate drunk to reflective abstainer is just the kind of personal transformation that’s the reward of any adventure. It’s an example of the power of a place to change a person, of getting far gone both physically and psychically, of looking in the mirror and wiping away the fog, and of the compulsion to blather on about your own shit in trite metaphors without ever feeling ridiculous. Jesus, I hope it’s not permanent.”