When I started my Camino, I imagined that I would write and publish a live journal of sorts. I didn’t expect to do it every day, but I figured I’d write on a regular basis.
Once I started, however, I knew that the time spent thinking about each post, writing and editing it, would detract far too much from my living in the moment.
Throughout the posts on this blog, I’ve shared a lot about myself, my desires, and my thoughts. It’s clearly a very personal blog. It does not, however, cover everything I think about. There is so much more that goes through my mind on a daily basis that I don’t mention or share here, mostly because it isn’t possible to say everything I’d like to say. Continue reading
It’s been weeks since my last post. I didn’t intend for so much time to pass between posts, but there were (and are) reasons for this gap. Continue reading
Up to this point, I’ve published 34 posts on this blog. This is number 35. I’ve posted enough that taking stock now seems appropriate. Although it’s not a ‘proper milestone’ like 50 or 100, I see it as a good time to reflect on what I’ve written, the progress I’ve made (as much as ‘progress’ is quantifiable), the topics I’ve written about, the number of views and followers, etc. Continue reading
This past Saturday I didn’t publish any blog post. There are a few reasons for this. Firstly, I’ll admit that my last post was one of the most mentally draining pieces I’ve ever written. It was difficult for me to give the diligence due another post within only a few days of finishing 20 Years. I’ve written repeatedly that I only post that which I feel is worth the time spent reading. I wouldn’t have been able to put up something that would’ve satisfied that requirement, so I decided to forego putting up anything. Continue reading
Since posting ‘The Struggle (with Writing) is Real’, it’s admittedly been somewhat difficult for me to sit down and write for this blog. It was good last week for me to post the photos from Valencia. I’d been meaning to do that for a while, and it also gave me some time to consider my next written post because, to be frank, I haven’t been quite so keen on blog writing in the past week and a half.
I was going strong, writing and desiring to write, for a few months in a row. Why did my motivation to write here decrease to the extent it did in such a short time?
While I was studying at Grove City College, there was an admittedly strange tradition during the week of final exams. One night during that week, at around 10pm, a group of students would gather at a predetermined location on campus for what was called ‘Primal Scream’. Those who participated would gather and simply shout for a minute or so before returning to the books or going to bed. It was a means to get out the frustration and angst of hours spent studying for exams and writing papers. Leave it up to Grove City College students to organize something called ‘Primal Scream’. When I think about it now, I see it as akin to an anarchist group hiring a board of directors. Regardless of its muddled form, I participated a few times. It was a good release of the frustrations that built up around finals time. Plus, it was fun to gather with a group and yell for no reason for a few minutes.