I’ve always loved maps. I think the chance to look down at a map and consider a far off place was one of the reasons why I was able to tolerate my first desk job as an ocean freight forwarder.

More importantly, I know that the ability to map the law allowed me to continue to auger in to an area of law which is overly negative and trivial at the same time. All because of a map?

Yes! Maps represent possibility. They allow you to identify where you are; where you want to go; and how to get there.

Maps give a sense of assurance even when otherwise on what for their viewer, while not uncharted, often times are untravelled terrain.

For the last decade, I have toiled to map my small area of law. Yet, to allow me to do this, I have also practiced in this area.

The one informs the other and vice-versa. But, as I like to quote from Clint Eastwood’s The Outlaw Josey Whales: “Dyin’ ain’t much of a livin’ boy.” See [HERE].

So, then the question becomes am I someone who is trapped in the mode of “A man’s got to do somethin’ for a livin'” or is it really that when allowed an out I return because “I had to come back.”

Go back and watch that clip, because I think that I am not at all alone in believing that I have to make a significant sacrifice simply to exist.

A sacrifice which effectively amounts to incremental suicide as the days of misdirection became and could still become weeks, months, years, and now a decade … or if going forward two!

But one thing that is occuring as I slowly but surely generate a new map for my life is that I get a chance to recollect both the positive and negative parts of my journey.

In the past, I have always lived concentrating on the end goal and then once accomplishing realize the emptiness of attainment.

The journey is the destination … every step of it. This is perhaps the biggest realization of that which has been missing in my life.

The other thing that I’ve realized is that to be the best one must concentrate and work hard on only one thing.

It’s amazing how much diversity, desire, and need there is when that degree of focus and effort are combined.

But, it just won’t work if the occupation isn’t something which the apprentice-master doesn’t love.

Notice the image atop this post. It is the hand-painted map of Whistler-Blackcomb Ski Resorts.

Who painted it? A gentleman who has made his love of painting ski maps his occupation: James Niehues.

Mr. Niehues has painted almost 200 ski areas in North America since his start about the time I graduated from high school in 1988 – 30 years ago.

It’s what he does and it’s what he loves. And perhaps in large part because of that, almost anyone who has ever skied or snowboarded loves his work too.

Doing what you love is a choice. Sometimes the path to the endpoint is not always straight. But as long as the end goal is clear and the travel is tolerable, things generally go well.

If you are interested in finding out more about James Niehues work, please take a look at his quick starter campaign where he seeks to put all of his ski maps together if he can source the funds as described further [HERE].

Photo Credit: https://jamesniehues.com/