I'm 43, and I'm sleeping in my mom's basement.

No house, no spouse, no car, no regular job.

For the next six months, I'm living on a bike: a lifestyle that some people call "homeless."

This is all true—but what if I told the story a different way?

I'm 43, and I'm sleeping in my mom's basement... for one week. Because I like my mom!

Then I'm off to visit more family and friends, give talks, connect with nature, and find inspiration for writing.

I've deliberately chosen a life of motion and adventure, rather than a life of stability and predictability.

I pay my own way. I spend less than I earn. I'm a welcome guest, not an unwanted burden.

I may not have a permanent address or many indicators of conventional success—but I possess significant quantities of time, purpose, and freedom.

How we tell the story matters.