We live in a magical, inspirational world

It’s time for humanity to focus on kindness, inclusion, generosity, gratitude, and love … instead of race, religion, geography, wealth, power, and social status.

By presenting visions of everyday life at home and around the world, I strive to deconstruct stereotypes and help remind our global collective that all people are one.


Hi. I’m Greg Goodman

This is my story…

Once upon a time, I worked behind a stuffy desk and longed for my two weeks of annual vacation time. Finally, I took a leap of faith.

My girlfriend, Carrie, was volunteering in Nicaragua. I quit my job, sold my stuff, and joined her.

My plan was to visit for two weeks. I stayed seven months.

For seven months, I lived a life of “less.”

Less stuff. Less comforts. Less money. Less stress

Life flowed so easily in Murra. Living in a simple house. Picking beans in a finca. Hiking to nearby villages to lend a hand. Organizing men’s groups. While surrounded by less, I actually found more!

More happiness. More fulfillment. More excitement. More appreciation

It was such an amazing feeling that I dedicated the next decade to traveling the world with Carrie and chronicling the adventures on this website.. To make ends meet, I did websites and marketing on the side. Then, every few years, Carrie and I returned to the states, worked and saved for a while, and did it all again.

Oh, and we also got married along the way.

The simple joys of traveling in the backyard

I’ll admit it, sometimes my life exists in a tug-of-war between two worlds. On one hand, I love the stability and comfort of a “traditional life.”

The Goodman family at Mt. ShastaYet, I also love spending my days creating photographic art, writing stories, designing websites, putting myself out there and seeing what comes of it.

That’s why balance is so important.

Carrie and I now live in Santa Cruz, California, where we have two incredible kids (Bodhi and Luna) and are enjoying every moment of life. Meanwhile, I started my own company – Goodman Creatives – which is dedicated to helping individuals and small businesses follow their dreams and succeed.

Having stability doesn’t mean sacrificing my passions. If anything, it allows me the freedom to continue pursuing them.

Above all else, I believe that if you following your heart and passion, opportunities will present themselves. That’s why I’ve dedicated my life to exploring our beautiful world (both abroad and at home) and sharing the journey (both external and internal).


Career Highlights

My photographic work has been featured in galleries, magazines, books, TV shows, airports, Web sites, newspapers, trade shows, office lobbies, private collections and exhibitions around the world.

These are a few of my favorite accomplishments:

  • National Geographic Channel filmed a documentary about my experiences as a photographer and travel blogger. » You can watch it here
  • Samsung hired me to present my life’s work at their booth during Photokina – the world’s largest photo trade fair. » You can read the whole story here
  • The Sydney Airport commissioned my photography to hang in an exhibition in the International Terminal.

Enough about me … I want to get to know YOU!

What are your passions?
Where was your favorite vacation?
Can I see some of your photography?
Hanging out with monks at Ta Phrom in Angkor, Cambodia

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Thanks for visiting and have a beautiful day: wherever you are.

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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.


My wife, Carrie, and I were in Portland.⁣

We had 2 days to get down to San Francisco.⁣

So, we decided to drive.⁣


We had a mere 675 miles to drive.⁣

It seemed totally doable.⁣

340 miles per day.⁣

On day 1, we took our sweet time.⁣

We stopped at sand dunes, lighthouses, diners, and bridges.⁣

By the time we went to sleep in our car on the side of the road, we had covered a mere 177 miles.⁣

Day 2 was much less scenic ... which is why I'm glad I got the photos I did on day 1.⁣

This sunset at Haceta Head Beach is one of my favorites.

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙?⁣

What legacy are you creating?⁣

When your soul embarks onto its next grand adventure, what stories will people share of your life?⁣

Will they be YOUR favorite stories?⁣

Stories that share your passions and unique way of looking at the world?⁣

Chronicles of your best travel tales?⁣

Introspective looks at a lifetime of personal growth?⁣

What parts would be missed?⁣

Can friends and family accurately recap the birth of your children?⁣

Will they know about that time you [insert super awesome milestone here]?⁣

Or, will people just share a few random memories that have meaning to THEM?⁣

Here’s the thing …⁣

🦋 No one knows your life’s story like you do.⁣

The internal and external journeys you’ve been on.⁣

The thoughts, feelings, and experiences hiding behind your photo archives.⁣

Rest assured, people will tell stories of you when you’re gone.⁣

For a while, at least.⁣

But, what stories will never be told?⁣

How many amazing, transformational, and inspirational eras of your life will be gone forever?⁣

Forgotten. ⁣

What about future generations?⁣

When your grandkids and great grandkids look at a family tree, are you forever destined to be just a name?⁣

Or, is there something else you want to be known for?⁣

🌈 What if you could create a legacy of photos and stories?⁣

A book, journal, or collection of printed things that shares ⁣

YOUR version of your life?⁣

Perhaps a blog or website to go along with it?⁣

Something new and inspirational to share on social media …⁣

and something for future generations to regard as a beloved family treasure.⁣

📸✍ And, what if you could level up your photography and storytelling game along the way?⁣

Learn how to inspire others by sharing your life’s adventure. ⁣

Would that interest you?⁣

I’m creating an online course to teach some version of this … and I need your feedback.⁣

It’s tentatively called:⁣

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 • 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬⁣

🙏 Let me know your thoughts …⁣
Please and thank you 🙂

When you commit yourself to personal growth, the opportunities for change and transformation come at light speed.⁣

Even if you want them to slow down, it’s sometimes impossible to change the trajectory that you are on. ⁣

Last fall, I made a conscious decision to change my life.⁣

To release the Greg who had spent his life living in negativity and no.⁣

To reconnect with my true self.⁣

To accept that my mind has been existing on autopilot for decades.⁣

Addicted to outdated beliefs and stale patterns.⁣

Replaying the same broken record over and over again and expecting it to stop skipping without actually doing the work. ⁣

That Greg was filled with anger, anxiety, addiction, sadness, depression, rage, and all the other feelings and emotions that we all try to escape from.⁣

Yes - I was also able to feel joy, love, bliss, and all the good stuff. ⁣

It’s just that the scale had tipped way too far towards the negativity side.⁣

And, I’ll be honest — the scale STILL tips that way more often than I would like to admit.⁣

That’s why I have my practices. ⁣

Daily meditation (usually). ⁣

Taking time outs. ⁣

Crying when I can. ⁣

A weekly listening partner phone call to share my deepest feels. ⁣

A men’s group where we all sit around the fire and share more deep feels. ⁣

My daily practice of saying YES! For one minute, 11 seconds at 1:11 PM PST.⁣

You should do it with me.⁣

Together, we will increase our collective joy, bliss, love, abundance, and YES!⁣

We will create a title wave of change.⁣

A butterfly effect of all the yumminess the world has to offer. ⁣

So set your alarm and join me daily at 1:11pm PST.⁣

If you do, know that at least one person is doing it with you! 🙋‍♂️

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