I got up today and my hat and sunglasses were missing. I think they are in my Dad's car. Plus it's storming. So I'm putting it off til tomorrow. I swear. I'm calm, and not at all a little panicky.
But I'm still motivated, I'm still doing this. And as for why? I read the webcomic XKCD. They have this to say about seizing the moment. I can't find the words to do it better.
When did we forget our dreams?
The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea or creative impulsive for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. I doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone else's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding myself back for fear of shaking things up.
This is very important so I want to say it as clearly as I can:
F***.
That.
Sh*t.
This is their permalink, read them. They are awesome.
http://xkcd.com/137
So this is Molly and I. Stepping off.
I'll be seeing you on the trail.
