Twelve Cities. Twelve Months. One Wild Reset.

Twelve Cities. Twelve Months. One Wild Reset.

I’m doing something insane. But maybe it’s going to take insane to wake me back up.

Starting January 2026, I’m hitting the road—literally. Twelve cities, twelve months, living out of my car, chasing life in its rawest, loudest, most unfiltered form. This isn’t a vacation. This isn’t running away. This is a full-blown, fire-starting, life-reset experiment.

I’ll show up in a city, live there for a month, breathe it in, crash into its streets, its people, its energy—and then leave. Every friendship, every connection, every fleeting intimacy—I’ll learn to let it be, to hold it without holding on, because the point isn’t to cling. The point is to burn brightly while you’re there and move on when it’s time.

I’m chasing myself in all this chaos. I’m chasing courage, freedom, the parts of me I’ve left behind. I’m chasing the lesson I keep running from: how to let go without losing myself.

This will be wild. It will be messy. It will break me open in ways that staying put never could. But I don’t want comfort. I don’t want safe. I want fire. I want life that shakes me to my bones and leaves me raw and awake and alive.

Twelve cities. Twelve months. One year to burn, to bleed, to wake. By the end of it, I either find myself… or I find something far bigger.

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