I love Chris Hadfield. I wish he was my uncle or father — I think I will adopt him. I can pretend I was brought up with his beautiful, common-sense approach to fear, to life.
Walking through my own fears, I got to see this the other day.
musings of a psychedelic punk rock renaissance yogini and late-blooming athlete
I love Chris Hadfield. I wish he was my uncle or father — I think I will adopt him. I can pretend I was brought up with his beautiful, common-sense approach to fear, to life.
Walking through my own fears, I got to see this the other day.