It’s t-minus-34 hours until departure, and I am faced with a decision. I can either pack and prepare for my upcoming journey, or I can start a blog. Let’s see. Be productive... or muse about productivity.
Blog it is.
This leads me to wonder, however, as to why I am starting a blog in the first place (and to when I got so pretentiously meta). I mean, sure. I’m off to Ecuador to see exciting things, meet new people, eat tasty foods and am therefore clearly qualified to provide witty yet thought-provoking reflections on these experiences, but why not just journal quietly to myself?
First, there was a challenge. “You? Maintain a blog? That’s funny, you’re WAY too lazy for that!” We know how I am about challenges. Enough said.
Second, I have to be honest. I’m horrible at communicating with people. It’s not that I don’t care, or that I don’t love you, but I’m not the type to call or send flowers. Or emails. Or even facebook messages. So if you happen to care whether or not I’m still alive in my travels (though I’m not sure why you would), here’s your proof.
Finally, I think I could use the structured form of reflection to fully appreciate the next 7 weeks of my life. It could be too easy to rush from experience to experience without ever truly stopping to fully process and synthesize anything, much less everything. Tempting as it might be, though, I suspect that some dedicated reflecting might well lead to a fuller, richer journey.
I suppose I could throw in my enjoyment of humorously self-deprecating anecdotes, but I have sneaking suspicion that there will be plenty of mishaps and silly adventures for that to come easily enough.
So with these three goals in mind, I have a plan (and suppose the third one could perhaps be considered a hypothesis?) and realize that out of all the experiences to come, packing is perhaps not one enhanced by deep reflection, and just needs to get done.
It’s t-minus-33.5 hours to departure, and it’s time to get going.
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