Bangkok: Sawasdee Khrap
Bangkok changed the way I think about cities. In its neon streets, crowded temples, and layered history, I discovered what urban texture truly means—and why some places stay with you long after you leave.
On my 39th birthday, I reflect on work, honesty, challenge, balance, and trying to rest like a leaf in the rain.
I use a loose cupboard door to think about stoicism, small problems, and when no big deal still needs attention.
I reflect on John Cleese, tending the garden of the mind, negativity, quiet, and the need to protect inner space.
I remember my grandmother through Thanksgiving in Regina, family stories, music, ceremony, and the memories that surfaced.
I restart my 50,000-word writing challenge with more drafts, Ulysses notes, and renewed energy to find my voice.
I take a day off to recharge and feel better after spending eight hours away from work and errands.
I begin the worst part of a trip home: the dreaded early morning departure.
I leave a warm Kelowna day and arrive in snowy Regina after hours of travel.
I compare rainy Kelowna with snowy parts of Canada and decide rain is easier to take.
I write about my frustration when promises to my daughter become another disappointment.