It has been a very, very long time since I have felt rested in any sense of the word. Perhaps as a consequence, all the writing I have done in the past five months or so has been forced (at worst) and usually uninspired.
I wrote the final exam of my undergraduate degree just under a month ago, and it has taken that long to rediscover my “normal” self (if there is such a thing as my normal self). Some time away from the city — see the picture above — and some time spent with my rather carefree brother helped to fight my fatigue. During the last couple of days I have experienced actual excitement and a sense of purpose with regards to my creative writing. How extraordinary! I had nearly forgotten what a difference inspiration can make. Continue reading
Tomorrow I will write the final exam of my undergraduate degree.
Ahem, yes. Tomorrow I will write the final exam of my undergraduate degree!
If you’ve been following my blog for a little over a year, you might remember my post, Time and Too Many Monsters: Why I am Leaving Formal Education, in which I professed my reasons for dropping nearly all of my classes in the early spring of 2016. For a short synopsis, my decision had both to do with persistent mental health issues and a stagnant, frustratingly dreary existence that went along with university life. Continue reading
After reading through my last 101 Reasons to Keep Living post, I decided that “Movement” would be a fine companion to “Naps.” After all, movement (of the mind or body) is what makes me tired enough to nap, and the energy I gain from naps gives me the ability to keep moving.
Movement, for me, has always been a confusing dichotomy. On one hand, I love travel. Going from country to country, getting little to no sleep, learning new languages, making fast friends, experiencing foreign cultures, partaking in spontaneous adventures… These things have always held me enraptured. On the other hand, I have perhaps unrealistic dreams of owning a farmhouse complete with fireplace, overstuffed bookshelves, deep couches, rugs, cats, maybe two or three rambling kids… You get the picture. Continue reading
What, you might ask, does this photo have to do with work?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Continue reading
The seasons are changing (finally!), and so is nearly everything in my life. The weather reflects my emotions: on some days I am sunny, pounding around the house in excitement like a child; on some days I am rainy, I thunder, wondering how I will ever make it through the coming year without losing myself in the process. Continue reading
If I have it my way, the next half of this blog-series will become somewhat of a travel blog, documenting my adventures finding work in countries other than Canada. Travel, as you know from past blog posts, is one of the central reasons I stay alive. I find value in it not only from its pleasure, but also from its inherent educational tendencies. Every time I travel, my brain stretches and my heart grows a little bigger. Continue reading
“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
On the bus ride to Tokyo, my final destination before heading home.
I was tempted to entitle this article, “Reason #21 to Keep Living: Coming Home to My Own Bed,” as in the past few days after returning from my travels I have been continually trying to convince myself not to indulge in long afternoon naps while recovering from jet lag.
But there’s more to coming home than collapsing into your own bed and remembering what a good sleep feels like. Continue reading
*My apologies! I don’t know how this happened, but this post was written two weeks ago on the day it was supposed to be published. Somehow it remained a draft and never made it onto the Amber Typewriter. I only noticed this now after returning home from my three-week stay in Japan.
p.s. The first line of the article seems to have even more significance now. Again, my apologies!
You know you’re living when you don’t have the desire to show proof of your life to the world wide web.
But, here I am. After seven days of ceaseless travel I have finally found the time and internet access to share some of my adventures. This journey to Japan has given me over a thousand reasons to keep living, but the most inspiring of all these is the people I have met along the way. Continue reading
Preparing to count and bag leatherback sea turtle eggs for rehabilitation in Costa Rica
Travel is the confrontation of the self with the unknown: it is the willful placing of the self in a situation of which the outcome is indiscernible. It is hands-on, moment-to-moment learning. It is the acceptance of the unfamiliar, and it is the abandonment of fear. Continue reading