I managed to make it to the end of my tour without writing much at all along the way. I had an amazing trip, and the only thing I would change is spending an hour every day just journaling. I put a lot of pressure on myself to make perfect posts every time I sat down to write, which of course resulted in me not writing at all.
The tour is over. I had an incredible time surviving the New York minutes, bed bugs and laughably bad luck getting rid of them, thunderstorms in Philly, a drugged out photographer peeling out of my Orlando driveway after not paying me, the unexpected bliss I found in Miami Beach, running around San Fransisco naked at sunrise, and enduring poor business practices in San Jose while I posed for 9 photographers over an 8 hour day without scheduled breaks or a bathroom on site.
But, when people ask me about how my tour was, I say, “it was incredible!” Then, I list the cities, mention the bed bugs, and then we move on with catching up about other things. I made a lot of money, photographs, and contacts, and found an inner peace that can only come after weeks of trial and tribulation on the road. It has truly informed the next phase of my life.
But I’ll get to that later. For now, I have a lot of catching up to do!