An autopsy for an exhausted culture.

Check this out. House after house after house with a for sale sign in Temecula, CA.

Repeat to yourself, “There is no housing bubble…”

Well over a year ago, I quit my job and promised myself I would begin writing, begin blogging, to be a part of the world in ways I felt my job was preventing me from doing. It is now clear that I have been holding myself back, allowing fear constrain me rather than taking chances.

The alarm bells telling me to move past the fear have reached a crescendo. It’s time.  Time to share my thoughts, to take risks and allow myself to fuck up. Safety can be dangerous.