The funny thing about challenges, is that you really can roll in and out of them, like you can roll on a set of waves on a fairly calm day. Sometimes as you are catching a wave, or starting a challenge, it might feel like you are looking up at a tall wave face with no end of it in sight. As the wave rises, taking you with it, you can choose to hang tight and ride it out, or you can bail out, only to give up completely or try again another time. I have had a lot of wave faces and a lot of bailouts, theoretically speaking, as I have never actually surfed. If you do surf aside from here on the web, you could probably see right through my analogy. Thanks for staying on the board with me, anyway.
One of the reasons I wanted to start this blog was to come up with challenges that I could do on a monthly basis. I would write about my experiences during the challenges and this blog would act as a sort-of diary for me, while maybe acting as a reference for anyone else thinking about completing a similar (or exact) challenge. The internet is abuzz with 30-day challenges for things ranging from planking to veganism to well, blogging. So why shouldn’t I partake and throw my proverbial hot into the ring?
one thing I won’t challenge myself with is being disorganized.
I am Mork from Ork, Nanu Nanu.
I am spending a week in San Francisco (SF), taking a class for work, and I couldn’t be more excited now that I am here. I have always wanted to live in
a big city SF, but I never took the leap for all kinds of reasons (of which I’ll keep for now). To me, there has always been such a romantic allure to this city. This is a place where you can hide in plain sight, or stand out like a sore thumb, depending on who is looking around. People are who they are here, without apology, and that sense of freedom (or at least, the perceived sense), has always appealed to me. Continue Reading…
I eat at my desk while I’m working, most workdays. I don’t have a long lunch break and lately, I’d much rather take a walk outside in my limited time, than spend it eating. Despite February having the rap for the coldest month of the year, this one has brought Spring-like conditions so far (and we’re almost all the way through).
But, I digress… back to lunch talk, my favorite kind of talk.
The Crane Wife is an old Japanese folktale, which inspired a couple of wonderful songs by The Decemberists (The Crane Wife 1 & 2, and The Crane Wife 3). These songs, along with others from the similarly titled album, helped make life worth living in 2006. When it was released, I was just starting school at University (a big step up from the junior colleges I had attended to this point), and was feeling very isolated. The Decemberists, along with bands like Death Cab for Cutie and The Smiths, carried me though campus as I carried them in my headphones, not having to face things alone. I could go anywhere with my headphones in, because it felt like I had my friends right there with me. I digress, but suffice to say, these songs have been important to me since I started listening to them almost a decade ago.
Let’s get on with it: back to the story. Continue Reading…