Life of Postcards.

Mom always said I would threaten to run away and all I needed was a little bit of Chelsea time and I'd be back to normal. That's comical, because now I threaten not to run away and I still just need a little bit of Chelsea time to come back to Earth.

My suggestion for you, my lovely readers, is to find your Chelsea time. Those tiny factors of life that touch base right with that pounding vessel sitting in your chest. For me it's a chat in the sun with Angie, it's sharing a lyric with Jenn, it's paint and scenery and really amazing little, old towns. Just like Angie and Jenn, for me it's seeing the ocean at least once a year otherwise we start to fray at the edges. What makes you tick, little clocks, and how can you find this in your life every single day?

I was offered my first full time job while I was sitting on a deck in Montpellier, France. I had negative $50,000 to my name and an instant twang of anxiety for a life I didn't want in St. Paul. What did I do you might ask? I went to the most Southern point of France, duh. Keep ticking lovers!