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A great name is a big duty

On The Boiling Adventurer


I am Ric. The short name of my name. In this country is necessary to have a short name. I don't know if it is because this is a friendly country or a lazy one. Locals choose the second option.

First of all, can you do a favour for me? Would you tell me if you find a grammar or spelling mistake? my mother language is not English. You will notice it. Although I've been living here for more than 2 years, I have to improve many things.

After my little introduction, I want to tell you that I am in trouble. The name of this blog makes you think I am a tanned man, with a nice blonde unkempt long hair, with a backpack, living near the beach and driving an old van. That is my problem... I am in my 30s. I am a physician. I am studying a PhD and I am bald. I live near the beach but, of course, I do not have time to go and have a tan colour! (Ok, possibly I have time, but I don't use it to go to the beach. Instead, I am willing to go home to have a glass of wine with my food and to enjoy my bed using my iPhone for tweeting).

I believe that an adventurer has many stories....Many interesting, risky, sexy, strange, funny, secret stories. I am an adventurer although people don't see me as that.

Flirting With Minimalism

On Zen Wednesday

After many months of talking about it, last weekend the Ben and I took a big step. We finally started tackling the boxes and boxes of stuff we’ve had sitting in the garage since we moved. You can learn a lot about yourself by approaching a project such as this from a mindfulness perspective. As you clean through the clutter, you are forced to consider your motives for collecting all this stuff in the first place. The thoughts and feelings that came up for me were rather enlightening.

At one point in my life, I owed tens of thousands of dollars in credit card debt. While I’m not particularly proud of that fact, I am proud that over the last few years I have managed to dig myself out of the hole (with the help of a budget and a supportive husband) and I am now living debt-free. Looking at all those boxes of stuff took me back into that consumerist headspace where I bought what I wanted, but not necessarily what I needed. I realized a couple of things;

1. When I was younger I didn’t really know myself, so I tried on a lot of different personas to see if they fit. This also meant buying a lot of accessories to go along with each new reinvention; was I a raver? A back-packer? A snow boarder? A kick boxer? I was all of these, for a minute. But ultimately I abandoned most of these identities as I figured out what really mattered to me. Some of the stuff in boxes was like a veritable snake skin of youth I had shed across the years as I came into my own. Interesting to consider, but no longer needed in my current life.

2. I realize I sometimes buy things for the person I want to be, not the person I actually am. Exercise equipment purchased for that awesome athlete I wish I was, but am really not, is a prime example of this.

3. This is a rough one to admit, but I realized I’ve also bought things for praise and status. Having a high-end bag, awesome new outfit or sexy designer shoe can get you a lot of compliments. If you’re basing your self-worth on external feedback, this might make you feel good for a minute. And it did. But I’m not sure this works for me anymore.

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