Revisiting Frost

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

— Robert Frost

Every so often, I find myself in lost in a yellow wood confronted with two paths, the default/familiar versus something new/different. “Sorry that I could not travel both” haunts this decision. No one wants to miss out on life’s opportunities but we must choose and know that the other road won’t get trodden. Life is a series of trade offs.

Shortly after college while living in a cheap apartment and working in the family business, I stood before one of these crossroads. Back then, I chose the path less traveled by leaving the familiar to travel New Zealand with my future bride. I started this site back then to share and journal this adventure. The departure from familiar snowballed into a life of new experiences.

Decades have passed and not a moment goes by that I don’t dream or think about our brief time spent exploring life.

Today, life has rewarded me with a beautiful marriage, two wonderful sons and scores of great memories. The routine of modern life has nudged us down the more traveled paths. I don’t know why, but our sense of adventure has softened with age and parenthood. But that raw drive to explore and surround oneself in the unfamiliar is awakening. My boys are approaching ages of independence. Our domesticated tenure has served its purpose. I sense another intersection ahead. The path less traveled calls to me.

Hemingway

Some things in life I may never understand. My father passed away years ago of natural causes. Though I miss him deeply and think of him often, usually I smile and go about my day. Every once in a while, there are unpredictable moments when I’m overwhelmed by memories of him.

A few nights ago I stumbled on a youtube site where a guy spends his time rescuing old bulldozers. This guy was explaining how these old machines had two engines, the big diesel motor and a smaller gas motor which was used to prime the diesel engine. Instantly I was caught in a memory of sitting in my dad’s truck before sunrise on a cold winter day, watching him try to start a very old and worn out D8 dozer by spraying ether into the carburetor of the priming motor.

I stayed up for hours watching that video.

In addition to binge watching youtube videos of bulldozers, I find myself re-reading and listing to the works of Ernest Hemingway, my father’s favorite author. It started with Old Man and the Sea, then A Farewell to Arms. Now I’m listening to For Whom the Bell Tolls. I read all of his works in my teens / early twenties and though I enjoyed them at the time, other authors such as Joseph Heller, Charles Dickens, and Ken Kesey made a greater impression. By my late 20’s and early 30’s, i had left novels for non-fiction.

But in the past few years, I have put down the biographies and business books for more fiction. Unexpectedly, I.am enjoying the time spent lost in novels. It has helped awaken my creativity and even spurred me to start journaling again. As for Hemingway, I know as a person he has a mixed legacy. I know very little about his actual life, but I can get lost in his telling of Frederic rowing Catherine Barkley up a lake into Switzerland in the middle of the night.

I don’t know if I’m listening to Hemingway because i miss my dad, or because I like Hemingway and listening to him makes me think of my dad. Both? Regardless, I’m grateful for the warm thoughts of my father and I am finding Hemingway a great escape from the cold winter.

My Average Day – January 2026

“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” – Aristotle

This post is a record of what my average day looks like. I am preserving this moment in time such that as time passes, I see the changes. Also, I’m curious if in the future, my kids will wonder what I did all day.

As I have grown older, I have awakened to the power of daily habits. Mentors I have never met, such as Tim Ferris, Pete Adney, and Peter Attia all swear by building solid daily habits that over time will structure your life for success. I have adopted many of their suggestions along with experimenting with some of my own ideas.

I try to incorporate at least four elements into each day:
1) Quality rest including a comprehensive daily hygiene routine.
2) At least an hour, preferably two of physical activity.
3) Have at least one meaningful conversation with a friend or loved one
4) A small moment, of reflection and gratitude.

In that vein, here’s what an average day looks like for me in January 2026:

6:00 am – Wake up – within 15 minutes I typically get dressed, let the dogs out, feed them, make coffee, and start the fireplace in our living room. Coffee is a pour over dark roast served black.
6:15 – 7:00 – Ensure my kids are up for school. Read the WSJ and NYT. Take a moment to think thru my day and set some base line objectives for completion by end of day.
7:15 – 7:45 – Take W to school, same route most days though once in a blue moon I try a new route. Sometimes if I’m needing a break from the house, I stop for coffee at a local shop while on the way back home.
7:45 – 8:15 – Usually I walk the dogs a half mile while listening to podcasts on current events. Sometimes I take calls for work. All depends on the day.
8:15 – 10:00 – Depends on the day but I usually start work but if there’s not a pressing meeting or deliverable, I’ll opt to do my workout routine. In the past I ran eight miles daily, but lately I have cut the running down to 2-3 days per week with indoor cycling and lifting replacing that activity. I don’t know if it is aging or something else, but I miss the days when I was able to run my daily eight without feeling sore and beat up.
10:00 -1:00 PM – More work, usually in front of a computer writing, researching, reading, or zoom calls. Often I’ll workout during this period if I didn’t earlier in the day. Lunch is typically leftovers from the prior dinner. If not, I sometimes skip or just have a protein bar. On rare occasion, I meet a friend or colleague for lunch. Lately this has been my most productive part of the day.
1:00 – 6:00 – Reserved for meetings, networking, and/or low creative projects. This is a good time for busy work, not a good time for writing or deep thinking. Often I am on the phone or following up on emails and other messages. Sometimes if I’m training for an endurance event, I’ll take a late lunch and go for a 10 mile run.
6:00 – 8:30 – Usually reserved for family time. I tend to cook all of our meals which means I’m on my feet non-stop unless I have to run one of the kids to swim practice.
8:30 – 9:15 – Last run to the pool to pick up my youngest then back home to fix him dinner.
9:15-10:30 – Wind down. Clean the kitchen, watch TV, write in my journal, read, or hang out with my boys. On rare occasion, I’ll go back to work to line up my day for tomorrow. Afterwards I brush my teeth, put on PJs, lock the doors and go to bed.

Weekends are mostly the same with the exception that I try to workout longer and sleep in if possible. We travel 1-2 weekends a month, which means hotels and take out. I try to keep up the workout routine going. I love running in new places and have many memorable experiences from exploring places by foot.

Next month I’ll give some thought to things I’d like more of in my life and things I’d like less.

Seven places I’d rather be this January

Can you tell I have been day dreaming during these cold grey days of winter?

  1. Fort Collins Colorado – If I had to pick a mid sized town with a college feel but isn’t too full of itself. . . Hello FoCo (as my Boulder friend calls it). We spent a few days in a rented house during the pandemic and loved every minute. We tubed in the river, rode bikes around town and shopped at the local Safeway. It was so vanilla yet perfect and without tourists.
  2. Anywhere in Portugal or Spain. This is a part of Europe that I spent some time visiting in my youth, fell in love with the land and people, but sadly never returned. The food and general laid back approach to life is something I want more of. Siesta? Yes please.
  3. Patagonia Chile – On the bucket list. We got a small taste of South America years ago when traveling to Quito. I love the mountains, forests, beaches, ocean, all of it. I want to explore it all.
  4. Zermatt – Obvious if you’ve been there, it’s the perfect Swiss alp town with skiing access to northern Italy. I want to awake to fresh snow, strong coffee, mountain air. In the evenings, I want to feast on fondue and chocolate. During our honeymoon, my wife and I went on a James Bond date where we took the train up the mountain for a fancy dinner dressed in a tuxedo and formal gown.
  5. Coromandel New Zealand – Yes another southern hemisphere location for January. See a pattern? Longer days, more sunshine. My lovely bride and I spent two weeks in this region on a holiday after we got engaged in Australia. This part of the world holds a very special place in my memory and I can’t wait to get back to hot water beach and cathedral cove.

  6. Antartica – Yes, more sun. 24 hours. High on the bucket list as the last continent to visit. My wife worked there for a few months during graduate school. I’d happily sign up for a six month polar job just for the stories and experience.
  7. La Jolla / San Diego – I spent a few days in Oceanside and La Jolla last spring for work. I was taken by the beach, quirks of the community, and the general vibe of the place. I have wanted to go back for.a longer stay, preferably during the less busy season like now.

I must now resume to my routine here, dreaming of faraway places with sun and adventure.