East coast work ethics will get you very far in the west. The pace seems a bit faster in the east, so it’s advantageous for people that operate at a higher gear, typically from the west. But life seems short, so why waste anymore time proofing to yourself how hard you can work. We don’t have enough time to learn and enjoy everything in this world, nor understand it. But until I ventured into this new world, I saw only a small percentage. I was in a beautifully familiar shadow, unaware of the immense wonder outside it’s comfort. The pull towards weakness is strong, but when we dedicate the enthusiasm to love everything you do, you find yourself living a life full of enrichments. Happiness comes out of peace, and true happiness is about more than pleasure. Peace comes from understanding yourself, and the things we are attached too. I’m trying to become more insightful with my mind, more aware of my desires, and learning how and when I should react to them. I’m getting so much sun on my face. It’s helping me develop the skill of choice. Choosing to be happy, to avoid distractions, games, high conflict people, things that don’t matter. After my wreck, I was no longer afraid of death, I no longer micro manage myself, I now surrender to the miracles of life, and I’m grateful for the things I have been given. I’ve never had less (possessions) but been so happy. When you have that kind of abundance, only more can be given. I had the perfect Valentine’s Day as well, which was the day after the Gem & Jam Festival, which was a complete success. The music blended with the art, in the desert, gave me a whole new experience and introduced me to another group of people, desert hippies. In the east the hippies I got use to tended to be a bit on the flakey side, dirtier, and slightly ignorant when they spoke. However desert hippies are surprisingly educated, totally engulfed within the culture, and ironically much cleaner. They dress completely different as well, having to be prepared for dusty winds, and fast climate changes. Most desert people have a bag with water and extra clothes, some wear bandanas over their face, others wear a combination scarf hoody to protect themselves from the constant sun. Little clothing, or practically nothing at all until the sun goes down, they also seem to all wear these leather belt, holster type fanny packs and many of them wear costumes for generally any moderately special occasion, and 1 out of 10 have dreads. The older hippies are a different story. They seem to be identical no matter which coast they are from. And I must say, I still like the older generation hippy the most. But the Gem & Jam festival was wild and filled with entertainment. Great food vendors, amazing artistic merchants and music pulsating from all corners of the festival. I was there on Saturday night, which was electronic night, so lots of glow paint was being shared and I’m sure the vibe was operating at a higher BPM. We also had camping passes, so experiencing what goes on beyond the fence line, into the heart of the desert hippy hive was an added bonus, and completely unforgettable. There’s a new trail, with a new sunset, every weekend. For the rest of your life..