Dillon Pomeroy

I don’t claim to have all the answers. I don’t even think I’m all that smart to be honest. But I am out here doing the things in life I want to do. And I do have the confidence to put the stuff I write onto the internet. Read if you please, it might just help…

I had a little fun and wrote about the ways that Batman is one of the best marketers/ life branders out there. Funny how a fictional character has a way of attracting a vast yet loyal following…

From February 8th until February 12th, I was blessed with the opportunity to go on a mission trip to the beautiful country of Haiti. My time would be spent mainly with the children of the churches and schools our group (International Strategic Alliance) helps with. Amongst the malnutrition, devastation, and poverty I saw stunning beauty, seemingly…

Truly living comes at the point between comfortability and uncomfortability. This idea of “getting comfortable being uncomfortable” is far from my own. I’ve heard it from a life changing professor I had at college (Thanks Jerry), I’ve heard it at past companies I’ve had the pleasure of working at (Thanks Tom James)…I’ve especially heard it…

Living realistically positive is kind of like not having duct tape when you’re stranded on an island, having it isn’t crucial, but damn, it sure helps.  We currently reside in a weird world of persistent positivity from some, and nagging negativity from the rest. I’m a huge proponent for the former if you’re going to be…

“You know, I’m just another person who got a little hurt, quit their corporate job and started driving around the country with his dog…” Growing up, we are told we are each special in our own way. That’s always the joke about us millenials at least right? Participation trophy for this or an “Everybody Wins” medal…

On September 12th, 2015 I took a slight tumble. I fell backwards from my friend’s third story balcony and fell around 35 feet into the landscaping below. (GASP). 

Sexy. Witty. Hilarious. All of these…..are words. Mom always told me to start a blog. I always told her that I was too cool for one. This is me caving in on the fact that mama sometimes does know best…