My journey toward something is now on its 79th day, and I don’t know what to write. I last spoke to her 80 days ago, but I don’t want to write about her tonight. I’m on Day 25 of my Insanity/Insanity: the Asylum Volume 1 hybrid workout, leaving me with just 5 more before I start the Asylum Volume 2 on the 1st of December, but I have nothing to say about that yet. The workout today was fine. Work was okay, a little slow, but I got some work done. Tomorrow I’m playing dodgeball with other faculty members. We’ll be battling the students, and it should be a lot of fun. Tomorrow is also my last day at work this week, giving me a 4 day weekend, which is great. I can’t wait. I’m reading American Lion by Jon Meacham, and I’m really enjoying reading about America’s 7th President. He was a badass.
For the past few days, I’ve tried promoting my blog to a few people online. One was a writer I really respect, who wrote a book called Delight is in the Details, which I bought a few months and read in one sitting. I really, really enjoyed it, and maybe you guys will, too. Another one was to the makers of my favorite todo list application, OmniFocus. My traffic didn’t go up that much, and I’ve heard no response by anyone, so I’m shrugging it off and moving on.
It did make me start thinking more about my blog, though. What am I trying to do with it exactly? Am I trying to use it as a vehicle for some sort of gig as an online writer? Or am I really trying to focus on my day-to-day life, trying to improve myself as much as possible, document my journey, and see where I go? The former seems appealing, but the latter seems right.
I don’t know if anyone reads me who doesn’t know me, and if you do, hi. But this blog may not be for you. This blog may not even be for my friends. This blog is for me. It’s a place where I can publicly acknowledge my failures, my successes, and my perspectives on how to live a good life. I have no idea what a good life is, or how to actually go into finding out. All I know is that I’m trying to do something for me. If that means I only have 1 reader for the next 286 entries, then so be it. I’ll consider my future then. In the meantime?
Today I learned that the harder I push myself, the stronger I get. I learned that I need to get a rug or else I’ll keep slipping on my floor from all the sweat I expel during Insanity. I learned that cooking a big ass steak takes a long time to cook. Finally, I learned that I’m a better writer when I’m writing for myself and not for anyone else.
I still wish I gave myself more time to review and rewrite my entries, especially with tonight’s entry. C’est la vie, I guess.