Recently I received an email reminding me to renew my blog hosting service. I immediately recalled that I’d been doing this [blogging thing] for six months.
I’m inspired and grateful for this practice that has become a staple in my week. Writing has become a ritual for me. Not so much a routine as a practice - a goal I set for myself this past summer. It’s now coming into the holiday season, and I’m thankful for writing as a convention for improvement. Writing, for me, is something that encourages me to record my thoughts. But as a bi-product of that recording, writing has become much more. It’s grown into something that I aspire to. Something to abide by, something to grow from.
The act of documenting is one that rewards itself. It has developed from a desire to an ambition to a habit to a tradition to a peculiar sort of meditation. Chronicling thoughts and ideals, realizations of growth, is not only a wonderful way to journal experiences but a method with which to reflect on some of life’s most real and meaningful conclusions.
I’m aware and contented to know that there are people that find interest in this. *Thank you, if you are reading this right now.* And I also hold appreciation for writing as something that serves the writer for her/his own benefit and transformation.
This collection of thoughts, stories, and adventures began as an approach to sharing my experiences from the road. But its purpose has very much drifted into intention of understanding the very human nature that drives us, from my own humble perspectives.
I’m inspired and grateful for this practice that has become a staple in my week. Writing has become a ritual for me. Not so much a routine as a practice - a goal I set for myself this past summer. It’s now coming into the holiday season, and I’m thankful for writing as a convention for improvement. Writing, for me, is something that encourages me to record my thoughts. But as a bi-product of that recording, writing has become much more. It’s grown into something that I aspire to. Something to abide by, something to grow from.
The act of documenting is one that rewards itself. It has developed from a desire to an ambition to a habit to a tradition to a peculiar sort of meditation. Chronicling thoughts and ideals, realizations of growth, is not only a wonderful way to journal experiences but a method with which to reflect on some of life’s most real and meaningful conclusions.
I’m aware and contented to know that there are people that find interest in this. *Thank you, if you are reading this right now.* And I also hold appreciation for writing as something that serves the writer for her/his own benefit and transformation.
This collection of thoughts, stories, and adventures began as an approach to sharing my experiences from the road. But its purpose has very much drifted into intention of understanding the very human nature that drives us, from my own humble perspectives.
Since preparing for a cross-country move, I’ve made my way out of my residence, through cities I’d yet to traverse, across new and old friendships, over thousands of miles of highway, and upon several places within myself that I never was previously aware of.
To you, friend, acquaintance, companion, or stranger, I express gratitude and praise.
The road is not what brought me here. They are the people, places, and great times all along the way that helped me to arrive at this place. Here in Los Angeles, but also a place of better understanding and appreciation.
The very BEST part of this journey: there is still so much ahead. Cheers to many chapters more!
Cheers to life ongoing.
- 7PlyEpic
To you, friend, acquaintance, companion, or stranger, I express gratitude and praise.
The road is not what brought me here. They are the people, places, and great times all along the way that helped me to arrive at this place. Here in Los Angeles, but also a place of better understanding and appreciation.
The very BEST part of this journey: there is still so much ahead. Cheers to many chapters more!
Cheers to life ongoing.
- 7PlyEpic
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