I’ve spent these last two months in Chicago alternately tethered to my computer and kitchen table (during the all-consuming online class stage) and then getting as far from that antisocial reality as I could, going out and taking advantage of every opportunity available to me in this big, beautiful city.
Many people manage to show up to their blogs despite the general busy-ness of life. I have not yet mastered that. But because I can’t shake the instinctual urge to write about or compare something I experience to something greater, I’m going to keep writing.
For the last month I’ve avoided being on the computer, because that’s what I do all day, and frankly, it’s ruining my eyes and I resent every second I spend outside the office being on the computer, because time is running out.
Yes, time is always running out in life – a finite series of adventures we’re given to either experience or pass up – but my Chicago time is running out. No promises on showing up to write a lot in the next two weeks as I brace myself to leave my favorite adventure yet.
Perhaps it’s a sign of my immaturity or naïveté that I can’t commit to writing down and sharing my thoughts. There are so many ideas that are constantly contradicting themselves and vying for mental real estate, I can’t even remember how many lists, articles and posts I read daily.
How do you filter through the hundreds of ideas, facts and new points of view you’re presented with daily and decide what is meaningful and what is not worth mentioning?
Oh and P.S., here are some photos of the summer.