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IF YOU CAN PUSH, YOU CAN PULL. TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.7

Better Late Than Never. Argumosin, Asturias. Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: CAN’T YOU READ THE SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.6

Greetings, From the UK.

2020 has been a real knee-jerker.

Here we are in an ongoing pandemic, people are losing their livelihoods, and more. The lid of society has blown right off.

The situation is very stark, yet here I find myself making whatever moves I can for my own envisioned lifestyle.

That said, I have found myself in the UK — not for recreation, but for love. What a sap story, but the chances that I have taken to get here are for her.

The point that I am trying to make, is that you always have options, even when you think you don’t. I have realized that more and more the older I grow– and the more that I am tested on my own terms or through others.

We are limited only by our minds in the pursuit of our own greatness. I can’t stress this enough.

“Yeah, but I can’t do this, or that, or this, or that…”

-Says Someone

I didn’t say that things will come easy, because there is always a compromise, or sacrifice to make. And when it comes to chasing down the things that you truly yearn for, there is lots of that. With that said, and as seemingly insignificant as that may seem, take the necessary steps to line up your interests as best as you can.

2020 has been weird, and 2021 is only getting weirder. However, every day is another great day to be alive, and this past year has been a great period of transition and transformation for many, and myself included. Throw what you will at me because I still love life, and life is great regardless of all the bullshit that you may hear, or may be unimpressed with along the way.

Don’t let these hard times ruin your impression of humanity.

Follow your heart, genuinely.

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 7 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

EXPERIENCE IS A STATE OF MIND, Here is no. 7…

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CAN’T YOU READ THE SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.6

Oh Sweet Irony!!!!
IN CONTINUATION FROM: THE MAN WHO SPRINTED THE MARATHON – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.5

another day in the 2020 paradise

Hi how are ya? — Good, You — Okay great…

**Insert Awkward Silence.**

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 6 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

a word of advice, don’t offer others your unsolicited advice – sweet irony, Here is no. 6…

Continue reading “CAN’T YOU READ THE SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.6”

THE MAN WHO SPRINTED THE MARATHON – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.5

Basque Country – Gipuzkoa, Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.4 – THE LEAN, MEAN, AND HIGHLY EMOTIONAL MACHINE.

Good evening/morning/night whatever — I’m not always sure how to start these things.

It’s funny how we are “trained” to formally present our thoughts in structured essay format. Sure, I guess it helps to be literate, but when is enough enough in order to effectively deal with the grey and unnorganized chaos in the world that is wholefuly represented with the poignance of a grammatically incorrect sentence?

Perhaps a little too extreme of a point to start off with alongside the irrelevancy of this point with the context of the post ahead…

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 5 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

There is a strong warrior in all of us! Here is no. 5…

Continue reading “THE MAN WHO SPRINTED THE MARATHON – TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.5”

TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.4 – THE LEAN, MEAN, AND HIGHLY EMOTIONAL MACHINE.

Coastal Cape Along The Camino Norte – Punta Escalar, Asturias, Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.3 – I’M RICH BECAUSE WALKING IS MY PURPOSE

This is a little bit more manageable, it feels good to complete each journal to hit publish.

I do hope that these are interesting reads for whoever sets eyes on them. For myself, I am vividly placed into the moments of my memories to re-live the experience for another day.

How beautiful thought is, more-so, how beautiful is writing to be able to trigger imagination and emotion within the brain.

Miraculous, life is marvelous!

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 4 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

This one is spicy! Here is no. 4…

Continue reading “TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.4 – THE LEAN, MEAN, AND HIGHLY EMOTIONAL MACHINE.”

TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.3 – I’m Rich Because Walking Is My Purpose

End of Day Wear & Tear – Albergue Solar De Hidalgos. Santillana Del Mar, Cantabria. Spain.
IN CONTINUATION FROM: TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.2 – MARVELLING EPICS, CLIFFSIDE CORNFIELDS TO THE END OF THE WORLD.

Okay, so I officially abandoned the idea of posting one of these tales daily.

I will definitely continue to be posting these as frequently as possible within the coming weeks until all 14 are out. The words are transcribed into my blog, but editing, formatting, and hunting through my phone for images/videos that coincide with each journal entry is taking me a little longer to finalize than I originally thought.

If you have been expecting one on the day with my intended words, I apologize because I have failed you my good people!

Whaaaat, you already forgave me? — Super!

Let’s move on!

The following is Number 3 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”.

If you missed part one, here it is — Click Me!

If you’re new to these, it is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

This is my standard cut and paste disclaimer from the tale before, I will give you the bit of warning because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly because I’m a weirdo.

Furthermore, the content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves a wild goose chase.

You also may question my own benevolence as a human being.

Here we are again, Take No. 3, lets go!

Continue reading “TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.3 – I’m Rich Because Walking Is My Purpose”

Tales From The Walk Behind Me, No.2 – Marvelling Epics, Cliffside Cornfields To The End of The World.

Pozas De Langre. Cantabria, Spain.
In continuation from: TALES FROM THE WALK BEHIND ME, NO.1 – SKIPPING THE UGLY OUT OF LIFE.

The following is Number 2 of 14 in the series of blog posts called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me”. Whew, writing is hard work– err, ugh, maybe formatting is worse. But I will still likely keep pace as I do my best to post one journal entry daily over the coming weeks— ideally.

What is it? It is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

Again, I will give you the bit of wanrnig because it might not be what you expect– my thoughts can be ugly.

The content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place because my mind loves the run around. You will question my own benevolence as a human being.

on that note, this one is a good one.

Continue reading “Tales From The Walk Behind Me, No.2 – Marvelling Epics, Cliffside Cornfields To The End of The World.”

Tales From The Walk Behind Me, No.1 – Skipping The Ugly Out Of Life.

Portugalete. Biscay, Spain.

I love writing.

It’s no secret– well maybe it is — I guess whoever is reading this doesn’t really know me.

Then again, who does?

Shit, my own family doesn’t even know me, and we’re familiarly close!

That said, maybe the series to come will give you some insight into my mind–if you’re interested.

I don’t know, I don’t care because I love writing for the sake of writing!

But, if you do gather something unique from my stories, or at the very least, you look at me like the asshole you don’t want to be like, I’ll still take some credit because an example of ‘what not to be’ is still a good example– HA!

“An example of ‘what not to be’ is still a good example”

G. Kourtesiotis, 2020. — cynical asshole.

Okay, enough!

The following is Number 1 of 14 in the series of blog posts to come called “Tales From The Walk Behind Me” and I will likely be posting one journal entry daily over the coming weeks— ideally.

It is a series of originally journaled entries through a few of my days —events, experiences, thoughts— along the Camino De Santiago.

This was my second Camino that took place over 26 days through September to October, 2019 that covered 1010+km along the Camino Norte route, including Muxia-Finisterre.

It might not be what you expect because my thoughts can be ugly.

The content will vary, and the timelines will be all over the place, and that alone should give you an indication as to the inner workings of my mind–Ha!

In all honesty, you might even question my own benevolence as a human being.

I digress, let’s begin.

Continue reading “Tales From The Walk Behind Me, No.1 – Skipping The Ugly Out Of Life.”

A Story To Learn From: Moving With Pain, Motivation for Personal Betterment.

Where are we in the world today?

These are some crazy times indeed, but life goes on either way.

So what are we to take from that?

Quite simply, it is just another experience to keep on and reflect on down the line in the scope of our life’s experiences.

Enough of that ramble, what I have been meaning to talk to the world about today regards movement, injury, and pain.

I put out a video not too long ago about a small injury to my low back, and as always, I find a way to make it some great parable for life– I do kind of get my kicks thinking about eveything in that way.

This is something that I touch up on in my new ebook/audiobook Make It Stick, Write It Down. A Journaled Philosophy

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What I’d like to steer towards is this:

Something is kind of like something else, and it is important to maintain a level of functionality with everything in life because life itself is fluid.

Take us in our current perspective,

Life happens, and we are prone to so many different variables and scenarios– both seen and unforseen. But, if we don’t learn, adapt, and grow– or at least take the intiative to TRY to learn, adapt, and grow— then we are left living in our own shambles for the rest of our lives.

Or worse– Dead.

Continue reading “A Story To Learn From: Moving With Pain, Motivation for Personal Betterment.”