The lost year?

Hi Reader,
How’s it goin-?…Oh yeah, I heard about th-…Yes. It’s going to be a complete sh-…Yeah, I know. I know. I totally hear you. Umm, but uhh, yeah. Lemme get this first part said, and then we can tackle the country’s universe-sized pit of anxiety and anger together.

Well, it’s been a year since I’ve sent out a full-on email newsletter, and I’ll be pretty stoked to finally hit the send button on this one. Some of you know all about my hiatus from life, work, and traveling this past year. It’s kind of a long story with a bunch of twists and turns, but in a nutshell, while some people get the occasional cold or allergies, I uncomfortably joke that my body tends to lean instead toward stints of nerve damage. Heh-heh. Anyhow, I’m feeling much better now, and I’m ready to jump full-ass (never half-) into the next stage of this life. You’re welcome to join me here as always(*).

Lately, I’ve been asking myself if I consider this period of my life a “lost year.” A year with much fewer miles hiked and driven than before. A year with much more time spent healing myself than out helping others. A year that, on-paper, seemed like one of the worst of my 85 on this planet this time around(**). Alas! It might have been one of my turdiest years healthwise and in a few other surface-level aspects, but it was one of my absolute best years in growth of relationships, acquiring new knowledge, applying new knowledge, burning-off bad vibes, and feeling. Really, truly feeling.

Finding the right kind of stillness, whether you’re moving about or staying put, can help you see the truth about loss and gain.

Thanks for receiving this email, reading it, and going to my merch store. Really. I’m grateful to and for you.

Peace,
​Tommy​

P.S. - It really helps to literally burn your bad vibes sometimes. Write down your negative thoughts and feelings on scratch paper, and feel them fully as you write. Then crumble-up the paper, and toss it confidently into a firepit, charcoal barbecue, or some other safe fire source. Safe. Fire. Source. Let me know how it goes. Check ya later.

(*) If you can’t remember who I am or no longer want to receive my extremely well-crafted emails, that are sure to quietly inspire you or get you to punch the air with your fists in happiness, I will not be offended if you update your email preferences using the link in the footer of this email. Make sure you click the correct link, or you might just end up with new RRVWMRR merch on your doorstep.

(**) I’m not 85 years old. Yet. Maybe.