Making my bed has not only consistently given me a motivated start to every morning and a satisfying end to every evening, but has also helped me prove to myself I can pick up an new habit--and maintain it.
However, I don't exactly read a Shakespeare play every week these days. I still enjoy his work, just as I enjoy Victor Hugo, and other Real Literature, but usually in short spurts. Books and plays like those aren't always page-turning lose-yourself-in-another-world stories.
Facebook has reminded me that two years ago, I stayed up until 3am at a riad hostel in Morocco, and then woke up the next afternoon to surf with strangers from Europe and Australia. Today, I woke up in the bed I own at 6am because I'm working on building a habit of discipline, and am currently staving off laziness by working my way through a to-do list.
You see, when the future is open to any possibility, when you can go anywhere, do anything, when you have no responsibilities or commitments, you think you're free.
I'm writing this on December 9, 2015, but I won't set it to post until after Christmas for the purpose of secret-keeping. You see, here's the deal. I'm going home early to surprise my loved ones for Christmas. I originally booked my return ticket for as late a date as I could and still actively participate… Continue reading I’ll Be Home for Christmas (And Not Only in My Dreams)
One of the main lessons this trip has taught me so far is that I don't have to see everything. Not all places are created equal in my heart, and novelty is not so novel when it crops up every day.
A few posts back, I determined I found the "pura vida" and decided it's time to either stop the blog or turn it down a new path. I've chosen door number two for now, so that's the reason for the new blog title. As for the meaning of the title itself, as you may have… Continue reading Starting a New Chapter; The Road Not Taken