Fingertips of the Universe

journaling after a tarot reading.

I wrote this after a Tarot card reading I performed around identifying my spirit guide(s). I came up with a type I call the “Philosopher-Explorer.” The following was handwritten in the span of 15-20 minutes. These are merely notes rather than a complete thought. Bear that in mind before you read further, please.

This description [Philosopher-Explorer] matches my soul. If it represents an ancestral connection or a spirit guide, they are forming me in their own image.

Cosmic Humanism

Yesterday, I thought a lot about us as humans — about the universe.
Decision: we ARE the universe. Our bodies and energies are founded on stardust and cosmic radiation. The Universe wants to feel, so it created us: beings of a human nature.

As such, the universe expects us to explore, think, and feel. Every moment is a once-in-a-lifetime experience because it happens once. Time moves on continually (perhaps a human construct). Our experiences are transferred to the universe through energy. We can feel it too, sometimes, if we’re paying attention. Awkwardness or attraction radiates like heat. Heat is energy. 

We are all interconnected, the Universe’s billions of fingertips searching for every possible experience. As we journey through life, our lived in moments satisfy Universe’s cravings. Exploring nature, the essence of Universe, is really self-reflective. All emotions and analytics are necessary. Our development, progress in positive and negative directions, is special. Animals feel. But humans think forward and backward. It is our role that Universe relies on.

Thus, we must live deeply for ourselves and Universe — the all.

When we die, the collection of energy which forms the particles and neurological pathways breaks up. They cease to exist as a unit. The “Nick” bond concludes. But those atoms and molecules leak into the earth or the atmosphere. Eventually, little parts of former “Nick” segments gather with other “retired” soul bits. They form new human units — new experiences for the universe.

Feel intense emotions. Joy while watching college improv theatre. Anxiety at the collapse of a four-year relationship. Calm during a shared supper with friends. Existentialism acknowledges both material death and a higher purpose.

Is This Intentional or Evolution?

The intentionality of Conscious is a sure thing. The Universe is not an accident. The Big Bang was its birth. It shall die a heat death, where our atoms spread far and wide. By that time, our objective will be complete. The Universe wants things; it desires, and we must oblige.

Evolution certainly plays a role, but that, as well, is an experience. The formation of our species is the iterations in the Universe’s lab. We are but molds, easily shaped and morphed. Even our personalities and growth are designed by Universe. No two humans are alike. In order for Universe to reach maturity — to understand itself — every human must exist.

I urge others to live. If we fight the Universe over anything, it’s living. Live as much as you can.

But death is materialistic. The pathways in our brains that constitute our personalities, likes, and thoughts dissipate. That is why we should find and harness the very “marrow of life”. Selfishly. Yes.

Upon death’s door, accept that bits of you will mix with bits of others. We are pieces of other humans, plants, animals, and stardust. We will become the same.

Additions upon typing this up:

Consider Carl Sagan’s quote: “We are a way for the Cosmos to know itself.”

Camus and absurdity: “The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.”

Another post on the Universe.

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February’s System

When you have multiple creative pursuits and a full-time job, systems are needed to properly manage energy and time. Systems are vital to consistency and quality. They must undergo testing through trial and error. The first week of February worked splendidly. I produced two blog posts and a video for YouTube. The next week, the system fell apart. I had appointments, and I also felt down on myself when I wanted to do other creative enterprises. Monday was for ideating, and I wanted to write. Due to a busy Friday, a video was never produced. This system wasn’t working in the current environment.

Overall, February saw great production! I maintained a two-week lead on blogging. This resulted in not having to rush anything. I felt posts were longer and of decent quality. Creative juices flowed freely all month. I felt energetic. Even though the routine didn’t survive contact with the real world, I still produced four blog posts (not including this one) and the same number of  videos. 

One issue is that my February plan put filming at the end of the week, when I am fatigued. A solution is to move the filming to earlier. In addition, I’m not sure how to film interesting things regarding myself. I enjoy capturing others. The fix: develop a mindset to just film what I want and not worry about it being interesting. 

One thing I noticed is my ability to create videos related to the blog. I like the idea of video essays, but I never think to capture moments throughout the day. How do I stay in the present moment if I’m questioning lighting, camera angles, and lens choice? Last week, I simplified. I shot a bunch of B-roll on one lens and filmed myself reading a blog post. It’s certainly not a perfect video, but it felt good to stretch that limb again.

I think one of my strengths is simplicity and a willingness to show vulnerability. There are some videos I really am embarrassed to show, but most I have no problem of sharing. A tip from one YouTuber is to create titles and thumbnails first. For March, that will be one of the strategy shifts. Keep it simple and identify the title and thumbnail first. Then script.

March will be a month of both routine and flexibility. Write every day. Yet allow the creative energies to tug and pull me in whatever direction. Mondays and Tuesdays, I can find video ideas, write the title, and design the thumbnail. Keep it simple. One lens. Film and edit before Thursday. I’m not aiming for weekly YouTube videos, but I was consistent in February. To avoid burnout, I’m all about keeping it fun. So if I’m not digging it, that’s a wrap. To be flexible, I won’t force anything or allow myself to feel down about my creative pulls. That’s where February didn’t work. I felt like I failed if I didn’t accomplish that day’s task — even if I did something else. 

Consider Second Pass to read the more intimate version

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Bring Back Letters – March 11, 2026

Dear Reader, 

In writing a post on letters, what better method than a letter itself! Of course, I felt a little cliché using form to express form. Clichés most often belong in the trash. Sincerity and originality are the hallmarks of a good communicator. However, my affinity for letters allows an occasional cliché. 

I need a few pen pals. Maybe this post will convince you to become one. In fact, I’m craving some slow-paced, old-fashioned connection. I’m curious how others are spending an ordinary Tuesday, or their thoughts on routine. 

We’ll break this up into three parts: materials required, process, and purpose. 

Materials for Letters

To write, seal, and ship a letter, you need just a few items. First and foremost: paper. How else are you going to transfer your thoughts? Texting?! Pffff! You’ll also need a pen (or pencil in emergencies), envelopes, and — the most expensive item — stamps. I have watched a few videos where people fold the paper into its own little envelope. But supposing we aren’t that fancy, envelopes will be needed. I prefer the self-sealing ones that you simply peel off the tape cover. 

The price of stamps is ridiculous. They currently cost 78 cents; expect them to rise. I have a theory, though! If more of us regularly write letters, inundating the system with product, perhaps the pricing will be lowered (at least to the 2019 price of 55 cents). Just saying!

Paper quality doesn’t matter much. Simply use college or wide-ruled sheets to begin. If you feel invested, I recommend some of this paper I use. As long as your paper holds ink, that’s what matters! Pen options abound as well. I’ve been rocking the Pilot G2 07 for a few years now. I like how it flows, and you can see how much ink is left with the transparent shaft.

Paper and Pen of Choice

Process

You’ve got paper, pen, envelope, and stamp. Time to write! All good letters have several components. At the top, you should include the date and a salutation. Identify who you are speaking to. People like to hear and see their name, so make them feel loved. The date is important for future historians to identify the chronological order of your writing. Think of Anne Frank, Franz Kafka, or Seneca. All of them had their most intimate writings publicized. But I’m jumping ahead!

With the date and salutation done, you may now begin truly crafting your letter. I like to separate my letters by sections, each having a purpose. You may begin with another cliche like “I hope this letter finds you well.” Variations to that effect will resonate more, though.

It’s vital that you express your thoughts and feelings. Explain how you are or an event that caused you frustration or joy. Letters should discuss current events in your life or through a global lens. Philosophy and goals are other excellent subjects. 

Questions are an instrument of great value in letters. They allow your reader something to base their reply. After all, you’re participating in a conversation, yet delayed by a week or so. Like a conversation, questions provoke progress. Often, I like to share what’s going on in my world. The other person might have unique perspectives to add. They may offer some insight that changes your own viewpoint.

If this is your first letter, you might share a few tidbits about everyday life. Tie in how global events are influencing you. Then move on to your life philosophy surrounding all this. For each section, ask one or two questions. At the end, conclude with something along the lines of “take care.” Sign your name. You’ve written a letter.

These rules require alterations if you’ve been writing a series of letters. But the gist is the same. This is a conversation. Write as if you’re talking. Write quickly. Try to keep up with your brain. Additionally, if you’re writing to a stranger, you should begin with an introduction. That should be the basis of your first letter. Be as open as you are comfortable.

Fold your letter and fit it in the envelope. I do two hot dog folds, so that the paper is in thirds. In the center of the envelope, you write your respondent’s name, followed by their address. On the top left, you write your own name and address. The stamp is stuck to the top right. Put it in your mailbox or in outgoing mail.

Purpose

Alright, so the main purpose of letter writing is to communicate. Plain? Yes. Simple? No. We are communicating the complexities of our emotions and thoughts.  Letters can be as simple or as complicated as you allow. Regardless, your words convey emotion, although “messengers” may be a better term. How you articulate your thoughts reveals the intention and emotion behind them.

Letters are generally superior to texting. Letters require patience, endurance in the hand and wrist, as well as reflection. Texting is for instant gratification and immediate needs. Meanwhile, even the handwriting of a letter can offer insight. Short, somewhat messy writing may reflect hurried work. Perhaps the author is trying to keep up with their mind. Flowy handwriting shows that great thought has already taken place, and the words have been prepared — drafted somewhere else even. Letters reveal personality more than any amount of texting could. They are the physical manifestation of care and attention.

A letter serves both short and long term functions. In the short term, you are communicating with one person (or perhaps a group). The sole purpose is to share a moment. And that’s where most letters end. Once they’ve been read, perhaps you throw it away. But what about long term? Your letters may yield valuable insight of a world long gone. I don’t think you should throw letters away. Nor should you adapt your writing based on the idea it may be read by someone a hundred years later. Yet, consider it. If anything, I encourage you to share more of yourself so that the future may know you better.

Throwing a letter away should be the highest criminal offense (after murder, obviously). I keep all letters, even those from an ex. Because they represent love, attention, and thoughtfulness, letters are the essence of humanity. When I read the letters of Captain Henry Young, I feel a connection to him. In a similar sense, the diary of Anne Frank demonstrates the mindset of a young girl in the dark depths of Nazi-occupied Amsterdam. The world would be a lesser place if either of those individuals destroyed their compositions.

As in all letters, a conclusion is important, but it doesn’t have to be long. Even just a few lines — something last-minute you thought of or a connection to your introduction. Like this: wanna be pen pals? What does your average Tuesday look like?

Cheers, 

Nick

For a post on Anne Frank.

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Lads of the Third Maine

My Bucci Productions YouTube channel was getting bogged down by weddings, short films, reenactment videos, vlogs, and promos. This was not all poor material, but the quantity of subjects seemed too much. As my passion for creating films is rekindled and begins to crave fuel, I thought it wise to set up a new channel specifically for my personal matters, like reenacting. Client work is necessary, but having the opportunity to work within the Civil War period is essential for my soul. 

I often get asked why I enjoy this period so much, and it’s hard to say. First, the level of commitment and willingness to sacrifice for a greater good by the men (and women) of the period stands out. Second, I enjoy the simplicity of lifestyles at that time. But I’m still not sure what lies at the heart of it. I’m just fascinated by this period of American history.

Lads of the Third Maine

Lads of the Third Maine

One of the first things I thought to release on this channel was a collection of shots centered around my fellow reenactors. The vision grew from a slow motion clip of my friend Josh raising a pipe to his lips and drawing puffs of smoke. I raised the camera to level with the pipe, so I think it’s a neat shot. I wasn’t shooting for symbolism or cinematic magic; I wanted to try the slow motion function on my GoPro. Before I knew it, I was finding loads of videos with Josh. As I worked on that compilation, I noticed how much footage I had of others. Thus, “Lads of the Third Maine” was born.

Thumbnail from “Lads of the Third Maine” portraits

These “portraits” of sorts aren’t interviews or short films. They act as moving pictures, something I expect Mathew Brady would gawk at. They are candid moments from the hobby of reenacting during moments of laughter or intensity. These images capture the people rather than the battles. I think that’s important to showcase. I didn’t realize how much footage I had at my disposal, and I’m so happy to have the documentation of these events. 

Looking Ahead

I’m looking forward to this summer, which holds plenty of opportunities to capture more content. In addition to these “portraits,” I’d like to film a Civil War short film and a proof of concept for a larger vision. My passion for making films is back, especially to highlight this period of American History. I want to share part of this hobby with others. The only risk in this endeavor is that I want to pick it up as my profession again, and I’m worried about burning out (again) in the process. So, for now, it’s a hobby like reenacting.

Consider another post on reenacting: Of Drying Canvas

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Second Pass | March 2026

Essays, second drafts, and a little inspiration

I wrote a first draft of the essay in my drafts notebook while sitting on the futon, wrapped in a brown fleece blanket, occasionally looking out at Sugarloaf Mountain. I felt contemplative about how February presented itself. An excellent, though short, month.


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Make Teaching Boring

Ironically, I discovered the idea of boring teaching in a place built to harvest our short attention spans: TikTok. Here’s another video in support of the method. The idea isn’t to make education dull, but to encourage self-engagement and critical thinking. The irony here is that a short-form content platform creator is encouraging the embracing of boredom. 

It struck me as the opposite of my own philosophy, which I wrote in a recent post, Teaching as Improv. My method has always been to entertain and gather their awareness that way. Transitioning lessons into a more boring style feels less creative. And that might not be a bad thing; it’ll conserve my creative energies.

Teaching is a challenge, especially in retaining students’ minds. Most days, I try to entertain while educating. But recently, I’ve turned back to lecture and note-taking. It was painful for one class not used to this style. Their whining was persistent, frustrating. “Can’t you just use a slideshow?” “When are we done?” “I missed the last one.” But posting all this to Google Classroom reduced planning time by almost 50%. No need to review videos and overthink creativity. 

Boring Teaching

Boring teaching does three things. It frees up my creative energy so I can use that for myself (selfish, I know). It reduces planning time, which allows me to educate myself and make sure I have a deeper knowledge of the material. And finally, for the kids, it (hopefully) builds their resilience and critical thinking. 

Five ways teaching can be boring:

  • Lecture without slides
  • Independent note-taking from a primary source
  • Sustained Reading without check-ins
  • Letting silence resound after a question
  • No-stakes quizzes

Basic Skills

Many students struggle with the basic skills of boredom resilience and critical thinking. Trivia isn’t my concern, but memorization is a core brain function. It’s the foundation of thinking, the collection and recall of everything. In order for thinking to occur, the working memory must collaborate with long-term memory. Without it, there is no deep thinking. You can’t write poetry without understanding figurative language. And that’s the heart of the matter; kids aren’t thinking deeply or critically. They’re filling in boxes, checking all the tick marks, and submitting surface-level thinking.

Instead of fighting for attention, teaching can force kids to develop these basic skills. “Forcing” is an excellent word choice here, because kids won’t do this on their own. Yet, it’s necessary! There comes a time when asking isn’t enough. Students debate everything. They want to be led by the hand. Students need structure, and structure can feel boring. They’re not to blame. Boredom is falling out of style; we are all victims of constant contact and stimulation.

Overstimulation

Overstimulation prepares the brain to expect novelty at every corner. Phones, multiple tabs, YouTube, and visually striking images fight for our engagement. The idea of multitasking is relished, even though it means inferior quality in whatever is being multitasked. The ability to sustain deep thought is limited. 

When was the last time you stayed still and let your mind wander? Stop reading this for a moment, silence your phone, and stare at a wall. Listen to your mind fly through thoughts. Soon, you’ll feel the tug of boredom, begging for something to do. Overcome it. Let’s commit to doing this together. Maybe 5 minutes a day. I’ll do it with my students today.

And if I continue to try and entertain as an educator, doesn’t that reinforce their drive for immediate gratification and novelty?

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Marcos

My mom, dad, and I entered Marcos Ristorante in Lewiston at 6 pm. When she came around the host stand, the hostess was wearing pink Valentine’s “pants.” They certainly fit the occasion, but were a little unexpected for the Italian restaurant. We stayed for two full hours, which was the most European aspect of the restaurant. We weren’t rushed and had plenty of time to converse. 

Too long, didn’t read: Huge portions of reliable Italian food. 8/10.

Atmosphere

The first dining room, directly behind the host stand, was full. We were led to the second room, with six booths along the walls and two tables in the center. This room was at full occupancy, but the spacing made it seem less busy. It wasn’t overly loud as various couples shared handholds or small talk.

The atmosphere included candlelight-like fixtures. Standard Italian restaurant music played (think Dean Martin, 60s music, and Italian ballads). Unfortunately, we were seated at a booth. It wasn’t super comfortable, and we found ourselves far from the table. That is the only complaint we had: booths suck.

The Meal

Otherwise, our visit to Marcos was well received. Denis (or Dennis, perhaps) was our waiter. He and the kitchen staff timed the food appropriately, and we didn’t wait long for each portion. First, my folks ordered wine: a Casalini 2023 Montepulciano D’Abruzzo with notes of deep plum and a dry finish. On its own, fine. With pasta? An excellent pairing. Everything ordered came off their special Valentine’s Menu.

Denis brought us sourdough bread, which was delicious. Amazing with the olive oil. We ordered calamari as an appetizer. Not my favorite, yet it was tender and matched well with the marinara sauce served alongside. With each entree comes a house salad. These were huge and “made with love,” according to Denis. They included cucumbers, tomatoes, and three of the tiniest olives I ever saw. 

My mom ordered the shrimp scampi, while my dad and I got the Tour of Italy: lasagna, chicken parmesan, and fettuccine alfredo (thanks, Denis, for the extra alfredo). All of these were shareable portions. I made sure to eat the small, crispy chicken parmesan portion to get the protein. The lasagna was satisfactory, but I have had some amazing home cooked lasagna. I haven’t had fettuccine alfredo in years, especially after I learned it’s not very Italian. Still, it reminded me of my childhood. Worth all the calories.

For dessert, my mom craved Spumoni (spelled differently by others). This is an ice cream layered with cherries and nuts. By this point, we were all stuffed, but it isn’t going out until you’ve had dessert. I’ll say I had my dairy fill for the next few days. 

Spumoni

As Denis packed our leftovers, the couple behind us (Peter and Pat from Greene) admitted they had split their plate and still had leftovers. 

I had no issues with the food; everything was tasty. This isn’t life-changing Italian, but it’s generous and satisfying. Honestly, I’d rate Marcos at an 8/10, and I’d visit again. 

A review of The Sedgley Place in Greene, Maine

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When Faith is Lost

I’ve analyzed Anne Frank’s quote, “A person who’s happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery.” Now, I’d like to test this, specifically to see what happens when kids lose faith in themselves and when the system as a whole is lost. 

Student Growth

There are internal and external forces at work here. The external forces preventing growth are either system failure or a troubling home life scenario. We’ll discuss the system failure later. The internal matter is a student’s loss of drive. This can happen at several stages, and the most difficult is at the onset. I give directions, and students immediately complain or declare ruin.

When students stop before starting, it must fall under a few categories: they don’t care, the task is indeed difficult, the value is not clearly stated, or they feel overwhelmed. There may be alternatives as well. In my experience, it generally comes down to value. I recently listened to a group of upperclassmen discussing schoolwork. From the sounds of it, they didn’t understand the purpose. As teachers, we must clearly explain the value of each assignment. Something as simple as, “this assignment is designed to improve your note-taking abilities and active listening skills.”

Not caring sometimes stems from not understanding why they need to do the work. There’s a lot of pushback. I can appreciate not wanting to do busy work. However, a lot of kids simply don’t care; they have apathy for learning. 

The one that frustrates me the most is not trying. Learned helplessness is a clear and present danger to society. Students are barely putting in a minute of dedicated work before declaring surrender. I really hope we can resolve this before they move to adulthood. Without a backbone of self-faith, these kids are screwed. 

“I can’t do this.” “I need help.” “Can you come over here and do this?” All statements made nearly before the directions are finished. They show avoidance, dependence, and surrender. It shows a loss of belief in themselves.

For some of these, students have lost faith in the function of education. They see no reason to carry on. This is disheartening as it usually distracts others and isn’t a form of asking for help. “I can’t do this” is less helpful than “I’m struggling with x. Can you help me, please?”

When Faith Fails

Yielding before trying is a failure of faith. It signifies a lack of belief in success. A loss of drive at later points ties into a drop in courage. This is where student determination pushes them through several challenges. Eventually, they may get stuck, but their ask for help is clear…usually. A drop in courage is easier to resolve than a complete lack of faith.

I try to move through a few solutions. Does this relate to the system, the value, the directions, or something else? Once I have a cause, it’s easier to solve.

To have faith in those who have no faith is the most challenging situation. One thing I noticed last week is that I’m beginning to forget what it was like to be a high school kid. My sympathy is lower. I think that comes from the learned helplessness primarily. I don’t understand their lack of trying. It’s not that I won’t help them, of course, but they need to show some effort.

I’m curious from other educators if you ever lose that sense, a feeling of being a teen. 

System Failure

An educational system failure is just one of the many external factors. I should clarify that all I know is the American system. I’ve heard about others, but I’ve only worked in the United States. System failure can be seen at different levels, from national right on down to the classroom. We all run our rooms differently, and sometimes I wonder if mine is poorly operated. I think we all struggle with that. I’m simply unable to serve every student perfectly. From learning styles, capabilities, and expectations, there’s a lot to manage.

The system of education was once formed to create workers. Even still, this sentiment is aired by supervisors. I heard in a meeting, “Our job is to create productive workers.” This befuddled me! My belief is that we should instill children with the faith and courage to learn. Learning should be self-motivated. Learning should be engaging, and if that’s not happening, much of the issue starts from the top with 100-year old ideas slowing us down.

Unfortunately, I feel powerless as an individual. My role is not administration. My classroom is my domain. Making learning engaging is what I try to do every day, but that doesn’t change any part of the system. It seems to me that those who hold this idea that education is simply to create workers should consider early retirement. Now, students should certainly become productive members of society, but that just means being respectful and kind. Maybe they start a business instead of becoming an employee.

Grades, Grades, Grades

One thing I continue to notice is kids asking, “do we need to know this?” The easy answer is yes, but what’s behind it? Students are learning to check boxes and get good grades. They aren’t learning to learn. The education system seems to be failing them in that regard. Their lack of faith in the system might be warranted. How many countless times has a discussion been interrupted by “hey! So and so just posted their grades!” I’m not sure how to solve this problem besides removing every screen from the class. Still, it is their faith in themselves that must strengthen. 

Teachers, parents, students, and administrators are all responsible for education, but the students should begin to shoulder their own weight. As teachers, we need to model resilience and self-faith. Even so, that’s difficult when we’re tired and impatient.

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Why I Didn’t Vlog My Travels

Ireland 2023

You would think that owning a video production business would mean always vlogging! For a while, it did. I used to vlog at least weekly. Looking back, I put together eight vlogs in 2021. They weren’t all that exciting, but they detailed the life I lived at the time. Nick was quite content then and passionate about video. He had formed his own business, had a loving girlfriend, and he felt success around the corner. That’s the part where it went wrong: thinking about the money. During my biggest journeys yet (a road trip through the American South and three months in Europe), I didn’t film a thing. Not really. Why not? Because I needed the trip to heal, not to hustle.


My business is still around, technically. And I hope to do enough business to cover insurance costs, but it’s not my priority now. For three years, it was all I thought about and engaged in. I was obsessed and stepping into a world with so much to learn about. I spent hours studying color correcting, log profiles, and how to find clients. With profits from selling my first house in the bank, I felt comfortable. And that money provided me three years of time to get a business going. Boy, am I grateful for that! I met some pretty neat people along the way and learned many lessons.

Lead Up


In 2023, my girlfriend and I broke up. I had already come to the realization that a video production business in central Maine was not a match-up. I moved into my parents for a couple of weeks. My ex-girlfriend and I continued talking. When my uncle passed away, she was there for me. We decided to try again. Note to anyone: when you break up, don’t go back!
We sold the house we lived in and moved to an apartment. I worked a construction job for a time. It was great experience. I liked the work, for the most part, but I was bored half the time while the others got high. Smoking hash and climbing a forty-foot ladder worried me. Sure enough, one of my foremen tweaked his back (again), and another foreman had a heart attack on site. I worked there for about two months.


Things fell apart, though. I didn’t know what I wanted in life, and I really had lost direction. I searched for jobs all over in the trades, government, and marketing. I had a dream of a cabin in the woods – a retreat from everything and everyone. I had made enemies, I felt, with my family when I moved back in with the ex. That wasn’t the case in reality, but I hit near rock bottom. I left the construction job right before I hit the road for a reenactment. The rocks smashed into me when I returned from the 160th Gettysburg reenactment. Or, I should say, I was in a van heading back to Maine when she broke it off again.


I returned to the apartment, dreading the moment I’d open the door and see her. Most of me was crushed, but a small portion was relieved. She wanted answers and choices I couldn’t offer. I really wasn’t sure what direction life was taking me. I entered what felt like a new apartment, one that scared the shit out of me. She had two kids, I should add, a young girl and an adult boy. My ex had moved all my stuff to her daughter’s room, and that’s where I stayed for a time.


I considered moving back in with my parents. There, I would be safe and in less emotional danger. I never felt fear in a physical sense; we were both beaten and hurting. We both felt betrayed and wondered if we could have worked in another universe. People question why I stayed, and I don’t have a great answer. But I had some amount of privacy and personal space that I wouldn’t have with the folks. I still loved my ex, despite everything. She still encouraged: buy the land I wanted, go on a trip, do something. I knew I needed to give myself space from a life that seemed to be falling apart. It was time to hit the road.

A Break From the Camera


In July, I decided to take a road trip. My obsession with video had dwindled, and now I was hyperfixated on traveling. I researched camper vans, checked a few out, and nearly started converting a Ford Transit so I could travel the country. Travel videography was a consideration. But I was drained from video. Focusing on the money had ruined my love for creating films. I decided to put a halt to the business.


After considering the financial draw of converting a van, I realized I could adapt my current vehicle. I took out the back seats of my Kia, cut a mold for my bed, and added a small unit of drawers. My plan was to visit as many Civil War sites as possible in the South. I brought along my camera and drone to vlog the whole journey. The only time I touched my camera bag was to move it out of the way.


The trip from Maine to Virginia, the Carolinas, Georgia, Tennessee, New York, and back was my first substantial solo journey. The voyage was partly spiritual, too, but I surprised myself by not filming anything. At most, I took pictures of camp set ups and the places I visited. My documentation was written here on the blog. As I drove, sat in camp, or roamed the battlefields of Petersburg or Spotsylvania, there was plenty of time to contemplate.


One thing I discovered is a new enjoyment of being alone. I felt at peace, usually. Sometimes I craved human interaction, but it’s honestly easy to find at cafes or in campgrounds. I journaled a lot. I considered filming and uploading bits to YouTube. However, I didn’t want to lose focus of my purpose. I took the trip to escape the depression of the shared apartment. I also left to hopefully find a few answers for myself. Vlogging would distract me, requiring many hours of editing that I could spend on other tasks.


I returned from my southern sojourn in early September. When I came back, my ex’s son decided to move in. It was a blessing that gave me the opportunity to leave. I took everything I owned and brought it to a storage unit. My first goal was to book a long-awaited trip to Europe. I bought a one-way ticket to Paris, letting the winds and my future self guide me along the way. In between my departure in October and returning to Maine, I attended one more reenactment with my good friend, Dalton. The 160th Chickamauga is a road trip to be remembered! With three weeks left, I finished the last of my video projects: two weddings and a non-profit promo piece.

This essay appears in full in the July 2025 edition of Second Pass.

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