What It's All About
I often find myself wondering what makes a life remarkable. When I peruse my social media feeds, I’m overwhelmed with the impression that what I’m doing is not very remarkable at all. I always equated living a remarkable life with being an artist. Whether it a painter, author, or musician. Throughout my attempts at painting or learning an instrument, I had resigned myself to being a great admirer of art but unable to create it myself. Then I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s book Big Magic: Creative Living and it really changed my approach to understanding what a creative life is about. She redefined a creative life as anyone who makes choices based more strongly on curiosity than fear. This made a huge impact on me because I felt like I was making most of my decisions based on fear. Fear that I would fail, fear that I would embarrass myself, fear that those around me wouldn’t agree with my choices. As the classic baby of the family, the opinions of my family have always weighed heavily on me. And then like so many of us, my day to day is filled with work, family, friends, trying to be healthy, etc. All good things, but it is certainly easy to not notice or not even pursue great things. So this site is about setting aside time in my life to reflect on my creative choices in multiple areas of my life, particularly immersing myself in the world of whiskey and trying random new things.
I’ve always mentally restricted my interest in whiskey because what if I’m terrible at telling the difference between regions besides that Islay scotches taste like feet and Speyside ones are cleaner? Well, at least I’m trying to learn more about something that I really love learning more about. My introduction to whiskey was through my padrinos (godparents) who I always think of them enjoying a whiskey at their home bar. Whether with friends and family or just a quiet pre-dinner drink on their own, whiskey went hand-in-hand with my padrinos enjoying the small joys of life.
So I was shocked that when I first took a sip of Scotch, I sputtered for about 10 minutes and felt it burn my throat for another 30 minutes. All the while that I was trying to keep my eyes from watering and not spit it back out, I could not understand what my godparents found to enjoy about whiskey. They had made it look so cool and smooth Why would the willingly swallow liquid fire? Where’s the fun in that?!?! But then I let the three ice cubes melt (my godfather has a very strict belief that you only put three ice cubes in a Scotch, no more, no less) and took another sip. It wasn’t quite liquid fire, more of a cooling lava. Before I knew it, I adopted single malt scotch as my drink of choice; and since Scotland has become one of my favorite places on earth after my trip in 2015, I’m an ardent whisky advocate!
While I will be distilling my tastes and enjoyment of whiskies, I will also be learning how to distill my fear so that I can figure what I want my life to look like. This will undoubtedly include a lot of trying new things (violin anyone?), failing miserably, and hopefully tons of travel. My Life Distilled is my shout out to the void. I am here, I am not afraid, and I’m figuring it. I’m living my life on purpose.