Follow your heart.
Success will follow you.

I’m Greg Goodman
dad • artist •
husband • entrepreneur

I can trace the journey of my adult life into three distinct eras. All of them are chronicled on this website.

Photographic Storyteller

For a decade, my wife and I bounced between traveling, living abroad, moving home, working, saving, and doing it all again.

Along the way, I shared photos and stories from our adventures — simply because it made me and other people happy.

That approach to life attracted success – culminating in a National Geographic TV show about my life as a travel blogger.

Father and Husband

Since moving to Santa Cruz, CA, in 2016, Carrie and I have welcomed two beings of light into the world. In place of long adventures abroad, Bodhi and Luna inspire us to explore our own backyard and find joy in life’s simplest moments.

Meanwhile, I run a one-man web design and marketing agency (Goodman Creatives), which provides me the freedom to be there with my family at every step.

Paradigm Shifter

Life is a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows. Of cheers, chaos, change, and challenges. A whirlwind of ecstasy, expectations, and emotions. We all feel it … so why don’t we talk about it?

By dedicating myself to radical honesty on Facebook and Instagram, I strive to give a voice to our collective struggles. To break free of the standard “look how great my life is” and inspire others to share (or at least acknowledge) their own truths.

A Journey Awaits

Adventures of a GoodMan is the graphic novel of my life and the next chapter is still being written.

Here are 4 good places to start your journey.

Watch my National Geographic TV Show

Get Lost in Korea tells a story of exploration, photography, blogging, and friendship. Highlights include me catching and eating a live octopus, attending an exorcism, and learning zen martial arts from monks.

Beautify Your Inbox

Sign up for my newsletter and get travel inspiration + photographic storytelling guides and tutorials.

Follow My Instagram Feeds

Greg Goodman - Photographic Storytelling - a Journey Awaits     

9 years ago, Samsung flew me to Germany to share my life’s adventure at Photokina: the worlds largest photography trade fair. ⁠

I still remember the thrill. ⁠

Standing in front of a 25 foot screen - telling the stories behind 100 of my best photos. ⁠

Inviting trade show visitors to join me on a journey of Travel, Personal Growth, and LOVE❣️⁠

Demonstrating a different way of life.⁠

One where we follow our hearts and trust that success will follow us. ⁠

That was my mantra throughout Carrie and my decade of travel. ⁠

It’s a belief that I’m excited to welcome back into my life today. ⁠

Here’s the story of how it all happened …⁠

There I was, sitting at my desk in Chiang Mai, Thailand, when an e-mail from someone named Haksu Kim came in through the contact form on my Web site.⁠

“Hi Greg… The reason of my email is that we are searching some famous blogger, who can make presentation in Samsung booth during the Photokina 2012 in Cologne, Germany.”⁠

“Is this some sort of scam,” I wondered? ⁠

“Was there an African prince waiting for my bank account number?”⁠

Turns out, the e-mail was legit. ⁠


This was my first attempt at a long exposure of waves at sunset using a neutral density filter. ⁠

For those who don't speak photographer, that means I put dark glass over my camera lens and left the shutter open for 5 seconds.⁠

Usually, if I left the shutter open for 5 seconds, the sun would have made the photo so bright that it would have been a solid white image. ⁠

Thanks to the filters, I got the "silky water" look I had hoped for.⁠

Photo: Bodega Bay, 2014⁠

#travel #travelblog #travelblogger #digitalnomad #travelbloggers #travelbloggerlife #travelblogging #travelbloggervibes #worldtravel #worldtraveler #worldtravelpic #worldtraveller #worldtraveler🌎 #backpacker #backpackerlife #digitalnomadlife #digitalnomadlifestyle #digitalnomadspirit #onlinebusinessowners #dreamlife #gratitude #yes #love #like #bodegabay #longexposure #californiacoast #neutraldensityfilter #sunsets #sonomacoast

How do we make internal change come faster?

Most therapists, coaches, gurus, and guides will tell you the path to change is going deep inside our selves.

Retraining our brains, one thought at a time.

In the beginning, simply recognizing an outdated pattern or reaction is cause for celebration.

Bringing awareness to a place where there formerly was none is a huge accomplishment.

But, that’s just the first step.

Once we are aware, the question becomes … how do we change?

How do we have a different response?

How do we realize what we are going to do before we even do it?

Then, how do we consciously choose a different path?




Being present.

These are the most common tools those aforementioned guides offer.

They have been my path for several years now.

Yet, they all take time.

None of them are a “quick fix.”

When we are by ourselves, there’s a bit more leeway.

However, as a husband and a father, I want change to come faster.

I see all the ways I let down my family.

All the ways I disappoint others and myself.

And, I’ve gotten better at forgiving myself.

My wife is incredibly supportive of me on my journey.

I know that I am evolving and trust that these things take time.

Yet, I sometimes just want to speed it up.

As my kids would say, “are we there yet?”

“How much longer?”

Can anyone else relate?

Would you believe me if I told you this was a fig tree?!⁣

Well, it is!⁣

A ginormous fig tree at the Kandy Botanical Gardens in Sri Lanka.⁣

Wild, huh?!

I turned my phone off for 8 hours yesterday.

It felt like 8 years.

In the middle of the day, I decided I wanted no distractions.

Just quality time with my family.

With the exception of an off the grid camping trip in June, I don’t know the last day that I’ve had my phone off for that long.

In the beginning, I tried counting all the times I thought about going to check it.

I lost count pretty quickly.

It was actually amazing to witness my mind.

A moment of nothing going on?

I should check my phone.

My kids want to do something that doesn’t really excite me?

I should check my phone.

Need a distraction but can’t use my phone?

I should get a snack.

I have to go to the bathroom?

Where’s my phone?

30 seconds to myself while Carrie and the kids are on the deck?

You guessed it, I thought about my phone.

“Oh my gosh. I have a great idea for a post. It’s going to be about what life is like without my phone. If only I had my phone to dictate it.”

“Will I be able to remember this post later?”

“Maybe I should turn my phone back on.”

“Just for long enough to dictate this post.”

Spoiler alert - this is the post - and I did indeed remember it 8 hours later.

At one point, the kids wanted to listen to music.

I told him my phone was off because daddy wanted to be present with them.

Luna, my two-year-old, brought my phone over from the counter, handed it to me, and said here you go daddy.

Neither of them truly understood.

“Just turn your phone on dada”

Yet, both of them are always telling me to get off my phone.

At this point, you may be nodding your head thinking, “this sounds like my life.”

Or, you may be thinking, “Greg clearly has a technology addiction.”

Maybe it’s a combo of both.

I fully admit that I am addicted to technology.

I have been for decades.

Web design has been my passion for 25 years.

I have multiple online businesses.

As a photographer and storyteller, everything I do involves a screen.


If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands. 👏⁣

If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands. 👏⁣

If you’re grateful and you know it ...⁣

and you really want to show it …⁣

If you’re grateful and you know it clap your hands.👏⁣

Did you clap?⁣

There is so much power in gratitude. ⁣

So many things to be grateful for every single day of our life.⁣

» Health.⁣
» Relationships.⁣
» Family.⁣
» Nature.⁣
» Electricity.⁣
» Food.⁣
» Clothes.⁣
» Air to breathe.⁣
» A roof over your head.⁣

The list goes on forever …⁣

Each day at mealtime, my family takes turns expressing our gratitude. ⁣

It’s fun to see how many different people we can thank for the meal we are about to eat.⁣

There are so many people who are directly and indirectly responsible for all of the things we have. ⁣

The farmers.⁣

The delivery truck drivers.⁣

The seamstress who makes clothes for the workers.⁣

The people who make the robots for factory assembly lines.⁣

The engineers at the power plants that keep everything running.⁣

My five-year-old son, Bodhi, really enjoys telling us which ones we forgot.⁣

🙏We also share our gratitude as a family before laying down to bed.⁣

Ending the day reflecting on all the beautiful moments and experiences.⁣

And, gratitude for the strength to get through some of the “less wonderful” moments.⁣

What about you?⁣

What are YOU grateful for today?

When I founded Goodman Creatives, I made a big mistake. ⁣

Instead of defining my niche, as they taught me in business school, I decided I wanted to help everyone.⁣

While that’s not necessarily a bad thing, I was burning through tons of money advertising to such a broad audience. ⁣

Even worse, I never really managed to make a personal connection with anyone. ⁣

It wasn’t until I narrowed down my niche to therapists that the floodgates of success opened wide.⁣

A niche is can be summed up as “a specific problem that you help solve for a specific group of people.”⁣

The logic is that if you narrow your scope to only a very small demographic (i.e., families with toddlers or corporate executives), you’ll be able to make your marketing more targeted.⁣

For therapists, the first step toward getting more paying therapy clients is identifying your niche. ⁣

Once developed, your niche acts as the foundation for everything you do to promote your practice.⁣


#therapist #psychotherapist #psychotherapy #therapistmarketing #psychotherapistmarketing #privatepracticemarketing #marketingtips #marketing101 #therapistmarketing101 #digitalmarketing #mentalhealthmarketing #therapistwebsites #psychotherapistwebsites #websitesfortherapists #websitesforpsychiatrists #psychiatristmarketing #therapistwebdesign #gratitude #thanks

Ever go backpacking?⁣

Travel Solo?⁣

Buy a one-way ticket somewhere?⁣

Would love to hear a story from your favorite trip in the comments.

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙜 𝘿𝙖𝙮?⁣

Aka, the time loop movie with Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell.⁣

Whatever you do, nothing ever seems to change. ⁣

You step in that same puddle.⁣

Have the same tired conversations over and over again. ⁣

… I’m looking at you, Ned Ryerson.⁣

Every day feels like a repeat.⁣

Doing the same boring job that doesn’t fulfill you. ⁣

Battling the kids to get them to do something simple.⁣

Popping leftovers into the oven.⁣

Having the same tired arguments in your relationships. ⁣

Dreaming of that new house. ⁣

New car. ⁣
New life. ⁣
New whatever.⁣


Or, so it feels.⁣

You wake up every morning to the same song. ⁣

“I Got You Babe” ⁣

A broken record. ⁣

So, you try to escape.⁣

Let Punxsutawney Phil drive the car for a while.⁣

Switch off your mind with your favorite vices or devices. ⁣

Ignore the inevitable storm that’s headed your way.⁣

But, after a while, even that doesn’t provide the escape you need.⁣

The world around you feels out of your control.⁣

So, you look inward.⁣

See all the opportunities for change within your own life.⁣

You learn how to play the piano and speak French fluently. ⁣

Carve picture-perfect ice sculptures of your sweetie. ⁣

Save that kid from falling out of a tree.⁣

Life is all about the small changes.⁣

All the small ways we can break out of our own ruts. ⁣

Even as the days, months, and years repeat around you.⁣

Even as the same stories play out ad infinitum.⁣

There is always hope.⁣

Make enough small changes and the butterfly effect takes over.⁣

You wake up one morning and it’s February 3. ⁣

The same song is playing on the radio, but now there’s snow on the ground. ⁣

A new day of infinite possibilities.⁣

So I ask YOU …⁣

What change can you make today?

In the past 18 months, most of us have invested in an online course on something.

Often, it’s a course on growing a new business.

Maybe you finished it.

Maybe you got close.

Maybe you never even logged in.


Because for most of us, we need a little extra motivation.

Don’t get me wrong … for some people, automated trainings and prebuilt funnels are all you need to succeed online.

But, a lot more people don’t.

After a short while, realistic results come head to head with unrealistic expectations.

Burnout sets in.

When you’re left alone to fend in an environment that’s full of DIY resources, the sheer magnitude of it all can shut you down.

That’s why it’s so important to have that mentor.

That’s where I come in.

There are so many ways we can work together.

If you have a course, offer, product, or business you love, I can help you as a marketing coach.

Or, if you are looking for a way to create a life of freedom and want someone to guide you through the process, I’m there for you too!

Whatever you need, I would be honored to use my 25 years of experience in growing a business online to help you SOAR!

Want to learn more?

Drop a #yes! 👇 or send me a DM to chat.



𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗦𝗻𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗠𝘆 𝗔𝘂𝗻𝘁'𝘀 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗷 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆⁣⁣⁣

My plan simple: bring Donnie in, take her on a tour, and leave a handful of ashes under a tree overlooking the Taj Majal.⁣

⁣⁣What I didn’t count on was a thorough security inspection by a pair of stern and armed guards.⁣⁣⁣

Upon arriving at the Taj Majal’s front gate, the security guards checked everything. ⁣⁣⁣

First they took out my tripod and laid it on the inspection table. ⁣

⁣⁣Next, out came a simple set of crayons. ⁣⁣⁣

There was no doubt in my mind that Donnie was soon to follow.⁣

⁣⁣“What is this,” the stern and heavily-armed security guard asked in broken English?⁣⁣⁣

“It’s my Great Aunt Donnie’s ashes. She was 91 years old. I want to take her to see the Taj Majal,” I replied.⁣⁣⁣

My words were met with blank stares.⁣⁣⁣

Next, I tried hand gestures. ⁣

“My aunt. Puja. Like the Ganga. Puja.”⁣

(𝘍𝘠𝘐 - 𝘢 𝘗𝘶𝘫𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳).⁣

⁣⁣This seemed to click, as the guard uttered “Ahh” and moved on to the rest of my bag. ⁣⁣⁣

Once he was done, the only items on the security table were my tripod, crayons, and Donnie.⁣

⁣⁣“What is this,” they asked again?⁣⁣⁣

“My Aunt. For Puja. Ganga.”⁣⁣⁣

“Where did you get it?”⁣

“At the funeral home. In the USA. Cremation. Ashes.”⁣

⁣⁣More blank stares, as they tried to comprehend what was going on.⁣⁣⁣

Why was this man taking a box of gray powder into India’s most treasured national monument?⁣


As a photographer who wears glasses, I find myself constantly needing to take them off to see my screen.⁣

Sometimes, they fall off my head.⁣

Can anyone else relate?

Every day before dawn, travelers wipe the sleep from their eyes, board a small bus, and converge on a wide open field. ⁣

Their destination is a hot air balloon for a sunrise tour above Cappadocia.⁣

This small Turkish town is best known for its distinctive “fairy chimneys” — which are tall, cone-shaped rock formations clustered in a valley.⁣

Before arriving in Cappadocia, I had found countless breathtaking photos of the balloon ride on social media.⁣

My head was swirling with ideas of creating my own.⁣

However, on the morning of our tour, Carrie and I woke up to find a cloud-covered sky.⁣

"Maybe it will burn off before sunrise," I said with my fingers crossed.⁣

Long story short, it did not.⁣

The clouds stayed in the sky all morning.⁣

Though, for one brief moment in time, a window of clear skies appeared above the horizon.⁣

As luck/fate/whatever would have it, that window opened exactly as the sun rose above the horizon.⁣

So, while the majority of my photos are of cloudy skies, I did get the one "money shot" that you see in this post.⁣

Mission accomplished!

How old were you when you got your first passport ... and where did you go?⁣

This was me at age 3 (just about 4) - at the airport heading to Europe.

𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘀.⁣

Are we to believe that for every teeny decision we make, a multiverse exists where the other decision was made?⁣

That’s a lot of alternate universes.⁣

I think about this sometimes when I narrowly avoid a car crash.⁣

Is there another universe where I had a head on collision and died?⁣

Or, what about those more minute decisions.⁣

A left instead of a right.⁣

Choosing pizza instead of tacos?⁣

Marty not buying Gray’s Sports Almanac after traveling forward to 2015?⁣

With 8 billion people on earth, you’re going to need infinity multiverses to keep track of it all.⁣

Is that the stuff of science fiction and Marvel movies?⁣

Or, is that already happening?⁣


#digitalnomad #travelbloggers #travelbloggerlife #travelblogging #travelbloggervibes #worldtraveller #worldtraveler🌎 r

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝.

The day started out gloriously.

11 hours of sleep.

Waking up with an entire king sized bed to stretch out in — a rarity when you cosleep.

The whole family was in a good mood.

Bodhi was having a session on the Neurofeedback machine.

Carrie and I were playing with Luna in the living room.

I was going to quickly make breakfast and take the kids out of the house so Carrie could have a few hours of space.

Everything was perfect.

And then, it wasn’t.

Luna became unhappy that Carrie and I were talking to each other.

She screamed and threw things … as two-year-olds tend to do.

Then, when Bodhi came out of his session, we had the added dynamic of sibling rivalry to contend with.

More things were thrown.

Bodhi and Luna both needed space from each other … and neither got it.

Our collective energy got ramped up and next thing I knew, Luna slapped me in the face.

I yelled!

What I should have done was left the room.

Gifted myself 10 minutes to mediate and breathe.

Instead, I pushed through the rage and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

(As if anyone wants that kind of negative energy in their food)

The kids clearly needed space from each other, so I invited Luna in with me to crack some eggs.

Luna asked for a burrito, so I cut up the avocado and heated up beans and rice.

Put all of them on a tortilla … the same way I do every morning …



Come on, Universe. Give me a break!

My blood was boiling.

Carrie tried to bring silliness into the room.

Rode a toy horse into the kitchen to break the tension.

Most mornings, I would have cracked up laughing.

Today, I had to leave the house.

So, I walked out the door and sat down in the backyard to breathe.

To calm myself.

It didn’t go so well.

I sat there wallowing in self-pity — desperately wanting to cry.

All I could do was breathe and hope I created enough space for the feelings to be there but not control me.

I knew I needed more time, but I felt self-inflicted pressure to get the kids out of the house.


Let’s Connect

Follow Greg Goodman on Facebook     Follow Greg Goodman on Instagram    Follow Greg Goodman on YouTube