I’ve written a ton about how I view my blog and why I keep one (I’m too lazy to provide hyperlinks at this moment). But I’ve always loved writing. To craft something as transcendent as emotions and knowledge into tangible words, effectually constructing a picture through words is an art I’d always admired.
Recently I’ve been extremely inconsistent in my writing. I would make it a point to write a minimum of two posts every week and send it over to Alex for just general advice before publishing them. Now I’m sitting on a couch past 3 am at a friend’s house in Georgia typing away randomly while simultaneously switching tabs to read ESPN articles and looking up to blank out on the random movie playing at the moment.
To keep my mind sharp, I’ve been learning how to do new things. Rock climbing. Surfing (okay, but like once though). Coding. I’m heading to a point where I am filling my mind with noise by keeping too busy and not just sitting down to let my brain sort itself out. I know that literally running on an average of less than four hours of sleep a night and constantly allowing my mind to race and thoughts to jump from point A to point C without any routing through point B aren’t sustainable activities I can continue to allow in my day to day.
I don’t know to which direction I would be taking my blog in the coming weeks (I really don’t want to delay anything I aim for for more than a month; writing it will hopefully keep me accountable here). I was going to release one that I coded from scratch a few months ago but I hated how ugly it was (Bootstrap) and how I organized it (three different journal types ranging from travel to tech) that I actually scrapped the entire coding.
I still think writing is important and had it not been for Alex selflessly annoying me to annoy him to proof my posts, I wouldn’t have kept a repository of my thoughts and gleanings from the tech world. I wouldn’t have ended up as an editor on Rap Genius. I wouldn’t have had my own blog on Huffington Post. I just have a difficult time seeing it as a consistent part of my life anymore and something that I find hard to get excited about anymore.