Only a twinge
Resting is great, but getting the urge to do something is better.
When your only job in the morning is to wake up, you get lazy.
Now, lazy is good. But tooooo much of a good thing is bad, right?
It was great to have that initial tension release itself, the muscles in my face relax… that’s amazing. After that resting though, doubt and anxiety were sneaking in.
I started going deeper into my head. Where once I was in a rhythm and routine, now I’m left to think about stuff. Purpose, the future, my weaknesses. It’s horrid being in your head so much. It’s how I imagine the road to craziness is paved.
There are sparks of an urge to get outside of my head, to help people, make things. Be useful.
I’m in no rush. I’m still quite happy doing nothing, but the twinge, the call to do something bigger has made its first whisper. And I’m glad, because that means I’m healing.
Some highlights of the nothings, that have taken my time.
Finding a nail clipper near the Bay of Fundy.
The bay is awesome, super high tidal differences, check it out:
Drinking beer from a 710ml can.
Fly fishing in a part of the river that had no fish.
PS: Thanks to all those folks at SmartBear who contributed to my care package, it arrived in the mail! I was super stoked!
