Discovery

I think I have an addiction to discovering new things but also a weird desire for the mundaneness (not. a. word.) of every day life... or maybe vice versa. Can't quite tell yet.

I love boring stuff: eating scrambled eggs every morning, riding my bike on the exact same route to work and back, washing the dishes every night, filling in my calendar, making Tinderbox Matchbox Roast pour over coffee directly into my mason jar with the bicycle fabric cozy. I have a favorite bowl, a preferred seat at my favorite coffee shop, and a heavy level of commitment to the shows I watch on Hulu and Netflix. I actually wear through my shoes regularly and buy the exact same pair over and over again. My heart does not stray very far from these things. I'm the epitome of a brand loyalist.

However, I don't find these things very inspiring and I often get buried in these every day things that I love. It is so easy for me to fall into the trap of repetitively moving through my life and watching time fly by. I might have the best of intentions to get out and do all of the things I aspire to do (writing, photography, naps in my hammock, traveling) but I sometimes forget to actually do them because I'm caught up in the enjoyment of my cup of coffee. Suddenly, I realize that I've pinned more projects on Pinterest than I've actually accomplished in real life and I think "I've gotta do something!"

So, I'm on the hunt for an adventure.  

I need more discovery in my life.

Writer's Block

Today I was thinking about how very little writing I've accomplished over the last week. There were so many potential stories brewing in my mind. I've seen so many strange sights. I drank a basil mojito while playing 4 on 4 badminton until my arms ached. I saw a woman carrying a wooden marionette over her shoulder LIKE A BABY (scariest thing ever). I experienced a nearly city-wide power outage and thanked the lord that I live next door to a hospital that has a generator to light my neighborhood (and charge my cell phone). I went kayaking in South Bend and achieved my second terrible sunburn of the season. I apparently learned nothing from that one song I heard a thousand times in high school. I went to Seattle to see a couple of my best college friends whom I hadn't seen in years. I also saw a rat scurry across the floor of an outdoor bar while I was there. I suppose there are a lot of rats running wild in city restaurants but I'd never actually seen one before. However, I have seen Ratatouille. This rat was not so cute. And it probably can't even cook. I've spent two Saturdays selling cute things at the Seabrook Saturday market. Walked on the beach. Ate far too much Mexican food. Played with fireworks. Even started running again and achieved my fasted ever average pace.

So, is it writer's block, a lack of time or the procrastinator personality of mine that has kept me from writing here in the past two weeks? Yes.