The Goodland Journal: Volume One

software sales to save the
money for it scared the shit
out of me. Why drain my first
true chunk of savings on a used
Ford? Is this really what’s going
to make me happy? Make me
feel like the version of myself
I’ve always wanted to be? Is
that even supposed to be the
point? Gemma blankly stared
back at me from her parking
space at the lot, without a
single opinion in the matter.
Every time those questions
run through my head, I usually
take it as a sign that I’m
headed in the right direction.
I guess that’s the beauty of
it: You never know until you
know. Creating opportunities
to question your motives, push
yourself, and dig deeper than
before. Maybe that’s the point.
That feeling was what
I chased as a grom in my
youth, through high school
and college as an avid
outdoorsman, and what I want
to continue to chase for the
rest of my days.
So, here I am, driving in
105 degree heat through Las
Vegas with my two girls, one
in the passenger seat trying to
milk the AC for everything it’s
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