Many of us would call our journey through avocations such as hunting or fishing a quest for purity. In my case, it’s a search for something more certain and more true than what is offered out of drive-thru windows under neon lit canopies along suburban highways. We pursue clean lines, clear water, and something close to silence. We gravitate towards people who, at the very least, are conflicted about the existence of things like Life Hacks and Influencers.

I’ve kept my ultimate goal in life simple and crystal clear. One day, I strive to become a wise old man. I haven’t a clue when that day will be but, at the very least, I expect to know when I get there. This immeasurable, intangible goal is my compass and guides my decisions as life unfolds. But wisdom doesn’t come by chance — it ‘s earned through listening, breathing deep when things get too fast, tuning in to the wind as it sweeps across the water, and trusting that there is magic in the present moment.

I’ve been lucky to have a diverse group of teachers in my life: philosophical teachings from business mentors in Colorado, environmental science professors at UNH, yoga instructors in Maine and the ever-present guidance from my loving family. I’ve been fortunate to surround myself with people that I highly respect, many which seem to move through life as if it were a rhythmic dance.