Main Street at Dusk. Photo courtesy of Brian W. Jones. alwaysfeelwelcome.com
In the past few months, my voice has been missing from Pixelgawker. This isn’t a first. When both the days and the “to-do-lists” get longer, keeping up with umpteen blogs, let alone writing for one of them, becomes quite a challenge. It’s a survival of the fittest kind of game, and all to often I find myself having to forfeit. But this post, my first one since April, isn’t about gaining better time management skills any more then its about how to tactfully avoid the continual addition of projects/events/involvement onto an already full plate. Instead, I would like to briefly outline an experience that I’ve been involved with since this past March, and how through this experience (and a stroke of good luck) I’ve found myself living, working and writing this essay in rural Alabama. It’s called Project M, and in more ways then one, its changed my life.