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.
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!
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.
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
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.
Blogs should have a theme; Blogs should have a niche.
I don’t know what that means to me anymore because this one is always evolving and I won’t fit it into a box because it is an extension of my life. Naturally, my writing and perspectives change, shift, and evolve–constantly– and this post is a reflection of that.
For no reason whatsoever, one day in January I felt compelled to video log myself with a quick New Year message into 2019. Perhaps it could have been sparked by my 30th birthday about 2 weeks prior, but what kicked off was a month to month documentation of the intentions of my future in my 30th year alive. Thoughts are powerful, and it is the reason behind Littermature’s motto:
After the Camino Frances, I looked at distance, work, and work ethic differently.
I spent 6 to 8 hours a day walking 20-30km– And that was it.The bulk of my life meant just walking, and Behind the walking,
Was the preparation to walk.
It was so simple in monotony, but there were no distractions. It was just myself, and the people around me, while the rest of my day was spent settling a bed, washing my clothes, bathing myself, eating, and sleeping.
That was my day– everyday.
The realization here is that there is a key word to describe this, and it epitomizes life– That magic word is WORK.
“That’s Not Work, That’s Just Life”
You’re right exactly— Because it’s both, they’re the same thing — life IS work.
It has been just over one year since I have published anything on Littermature.
I have not-not been writing, I just haven’t published anything.
My reasoning behind this is that I do not want to force creativity. I am intuitive with my approach as to what I deem worthy of sharing, and to be honest I needed the break to experience my life in the moment.
Some might say it’s impulsive— others might call it an excuse — but, I like to think that I am following my own intuition,– and that’s what’s important.
Recently, I undertook the grand excursion to walk the Camino Frances. My journey started in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, France and technically ended at the cathedral in Santiago de Compostella, Spain. Realistically, it ended at the airport in Vigo, Spain.
At the end of this journey, I find myself a changed man with a changed perspective —I guess walking 900km on foot with a pack will do that to a person. There were literal ups and downs, but to be honest with you– I LOVED EVERY DAMN MINUTE OF IT! It is something I would do again, and it is something I would recommend to ANYONE.