A Picture & 100 Words: A Few Favorite Photos from 2024 + A Quick Recap


2024 Life Recap

Last week, I put together a highlight post on Instagram. I figured I would share a preview here. Over the past week, I set aside time to reflect on the year. As much as it irks me to share wins publically, I have learned that it's an important exercise, especially for those who prefer to work in the shadows.

"All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without the benefit of experience." - Henry Miller

2024 was another year of stepping into fear. I felt like a child, inching my way toward the edge of a riverside cliff, not knowing how my leap would go (or how cringy I would appear as I tumbled down to the surface).

However, the leap made my work more vulnerable and less forced. I learned to double down on surrender, and in doing so, took part in that awkward and evasive 7th-grade dance with the universe. It's an act that requires missteps; I fell on my face more than a few times.

In 2024, I ...

  • Captured over 25,000 photos across 3 continents
  • Drafted over 50 articles, including 34 on Medium.com
  • Launched this newsletter and wrote bi-weekly emails to my audience
  • Meditated for over 10,000 minutes (a low estimate, believe it or not)
  • Worked with master healer Tony Litster to learn nervous system regulation (we have a project in the works)
  • Visited 5 new countries, including Mongolia (#1 on my list for years)
  • Learned how to fly a drone effectively
  • Dug deeper in my pursuit to learn Spanish, amassing over 300 classroom hours
  • Worked out and adventured with one of the world's most elite special forces operators and held my own
  • Finally stepped foot in Yemen (one day I will visit the mainland)
  • Covered the World Nomad Games in Kazakhstan, Carnaval de Valencia, Las Fallas, and other cultural events
  • Did model shoots, personal brand photography projects, and more
  • Helped launch several online businesses
  • Spent precious hours with my family and friends
  • Lived another great year in Valencia, Spain

None of this would have been possible had it not been for my small band of online fans. I appreciate you.

I'm grateful for every person who reads my words, looks at my photographs, and laughs at my slip-ups. This is the beauty of life, unfolding.

This year, fresh adventures await in faraway lands. I can't wait to meet more amazing people who remind me to keep leaping.

I hope you have a wild and wonderful 2025.

Live free and stay cringy.


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