Tempus Fugit

A couple of weeks ago I went to Cozumel with my daughter Abby. She was doing a photo shoot down there and my wife didn’t want her to travel alone. So I did what any good person would do and I made the sacrifice to go with her.

It was my first time to Cozumel, but somehow the sites and the sounds were familiar to me. It took me back to when I was 19 walking the streets of Brazil. During my sojourn, my labor of love (talking about my trip to Cozumel now) the weight of 30 years gone by hit me in a way that is hard to explain. I was actually able to experience the passage of time.

It was hard at first not to get overwhelmed with the should haves and could haves. All the decisions made and not made. All the dreams still not realized. As I time traveled I luckily found my way back to the sands of Cozumel. Instead of sinking in all the what ifs I turned my energy to—what now? How do I take all that I have experienced and make all my todays moving forward, better? Now I’m not naive to believe that, then and there, I was changed in an instant and that Danny 2.0 was coming home. But, in ways I can’t explain, my soul was rattled.

So, as I peer off into the beauty that is still mine to take. May I continuously strive to soak in all the love, all the feels, all the people that surround me and capture every majestic moment.