It has been a while. I am alive and kicking, and have been somewhat living life away from the lure of the computer screen. Remember when life's events happened and you... didn't blog about them? Or post on Facebook about them? Or tweet about them? You just... enjoyed them, let them sink into your system and wash over you in the wonder that is a good darn time? Yeah. There's been a lot of that, lately.
But I'm back, wanting more. I miss my online presence (whether anyone notices it or not) and I need a kick in the pants to get back into the swing of being "media-social".
The Art of Getting Started is something I stumbled upon tonight, and it's wonderfully fitting for where I am floating right now. I haven't really pinpointed what it is that I'm 'starting', per say... more so just the feeling of starting something has got me inspired to push forward. The Art of Getting Started (or #taogs) posts assignments "regularly", and while I don't particularly want to submit them, I might as well post them on here for proof that I'm actually a functioning individual who isn't fooling anyone.
First assignment? Bucket list.
I've done bucket lists before. We've always got the usual suspects... Paris. Ride a motorcycle. New York (did it!). Meet someone famous and not drool on their shoes. But really, I want this one to be way less consumer/location driven, and more... satisfyingly honest, and soul-discovery-enriching than anything else.
THE LIST:
Ok, I can't not include that, because really, it's on the list. Whether I like it or not.
This is a doozy, which should have been down at the bottom. I've been mentally working on this one for quite some time. I don't know that there is even a finish line where I'll be completely and 100% comfortable in my own skin, but I need to surrender to the fact that I am as perfect as I can be as long as I am healthy and happy. Size, colour, it doesn't matter, because what I feel is going to determine how my day goes rather than how I look. Mantras help, and I'm hoping to really gain some ground on this one.
Vague... mysterious... But I feel as though I have a calling to do something intrinsically good for someone or some cause. I feel as though my skills can be put to use for the bettering of someone else. I'm not sure how or where this will manifest, but I am bound and bent that I will get there.
- Live selfishly, if only for a day
Very opposite to the previous item, but I tend to find myself thinking for the benefit of others rather than the benefit of myself, or with myself in mind, when I really should be. My future should be for my well being, and with my interests in mind, not to complete anyone else's timeline or idea of what is the "correct path". I've got a lot of work to do on where I want to be in life; 5 years, 10 years, 20 years... but I need to map it out with myself in mind.
- Run a 5k race (and then a 10k)
I've recently discovered running. Jogging, really. And it zens me out better than any other activity I've ever done (aside from swimming laps, which apparently transports my brain into a bowl of jello-y bliss). Something about the ins and outs of my breaths, the rhythmic pounding of my feet on the pavement, and how absolutely unbiased that pavement can be; the pavement can take your weight, your secrets, your trouble and your drama in stride. The pavement don't care what you're wearing, or what you've eaten that day. The pavement really only cares that you are moving forward, covering more and more of it at a time; will take nothing from you but pounding footsteps and give nothing but warm limbs and a strong pulse. There is something poetic about running, and I'm excited to see where it takes me.
Big fan of wine, big fan of grapes, and a big fan of warm, Tuscan-like adventures through artisan's homesteads with no real agenda.
This is a long-term fellow, but at some point in my life, I need to have my toes in a lake with my loves by my side. Rio needs to be in water, and I need to be on a dock at sunrise. These things are just going to have to happen.
Another long-termer. I have always been a writer, whether I'm practicing or not. I have spoken this aloud to a friend or two: I will have written a book at some point in my life, whether biographical or not; it will happen. I'd like to think it will be epic.
This is a vague one, but rooted in good intentions. There is something about driving with the windows down, living off of road food and processed snacks, singing too loud and thinking long and hard about the road ahead of you. I'm sure I'll get more specific about this bad boy, but for now, it's a rough plan.
Ending the list on a whimsical note; they are just so goddamn beautiful and have endless flavour opportunities. Really... it's a dream (that will soon come true).
My list is rough, and very unfocused. But I am wonderfully ok with that. I dare any of you to do the challenge; I'm technically one behind, because #2 is Go for a walk (and document it). I'll get there. Hopefully you will too.
Much love.
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