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This past Friday, I was reading on my front porch when I began thinking about the upcoming weekend. With wedding season just around the corner, I knew it would likely be my last free weekend for a while and I didn’t want to let it go to waste. At the time, I had every intention of spending the weekend in Austin, hanging out with friends and taking care of some things around the house. But for some reason, I was craving a road trip. I needed an adventure. Sure, a relaxing weekend at home would be nice, but nobody remembers ordinary.

The saddest thing about life is you don’t remember half of it. You don’t remember half of half of it. Not even a tiny percentage. And when we look back on our lives, what we will remember are the crazy things we did, the times we worked harder to make a day stand out. So I loaded up the car and headed west to Marfa, TX.

Although my trip was short and sweet, it was exactly what I needed. A creative getaway and a weekend I won’t soon forget.

“You don’t know a story is happening to you when you’re in it. You slide into the flow of it like a current in the ocean; you look back at the beach and can’t see your umbrella, and your hotel is a quarter mile behind you.” – Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

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