By: Seth Columbia
Already I have been hearing a lot of “I wish I could do that”s and “that’s so cool I’m jealous’s”….and in a lot of ways I get it, ok thanks you dig what I’m digging cool HOWEVER I want you to get diggin too! What Jazz and I want is to take our inspiration funneled in from all of our own great inspirations, internalize it and form something tangible. It is happening and it is growing so let me share my personal development to remove some of the haze surrounding something as apparently mysterious and perhaps awe inspiring as…being alive? or i don’t know, my life? no, too… just no. how about: as an indefinite cycling trip across the country in pursuit of the eco-groove-y
So you wont have to read this whole damn thing, Bottom Line: Do what you want.
I have never considered myself a highly motivated person, in fact I considered myself more of a home body and kind of lazy than anything, for a while at least. I was always in scouts but spent most of my time playing video games. I remember at one point in high-school where I cared so little that all I kept in my backpack was an airline pillow I would whip out and doze off on. I pretty much sucked! I didn’t care at all about anything… except embracing herbal boredom cures and exploring forests or the town by foot and long board respectively with my best buds. We referred to ourselves as the trailblazers (the more you think about it the cooler it is).
In college my herbal therapies continued as did my apathy. But one day I changed. I was on top of a small mountain/hill behind my university campus. A friend and I were discussing the lameness and repeatedly bad decision making of our lives. I thought aloud,
What do I really want to do though?!- gotta ask sometime
I mean I knew I had to do something, i was floundering. My GPA was in the ditch and my student loans feeling like fire under my ass. So I was all like, I like meeting cool people and going on adventures… I think anthropology does stuff like that. So there I went to become an anthro major, imagining myself in foreign places acting like a goofball. And here I sit procrastinating on my thesis in my final semester. The subject of which is an eco-village, where I spent my past summer… acting like a goofball, with a purpose!
Since that first day I have been gathering momentum, allowing myself to gravitate towards the things I enjoy, like, and love. Perhaps this momentum has been gathering for longer and a pattern has been observed, find what I like, find what I like about IT, pursue, repeat. How could that go wrong? Good thing I don’t have a terribly addictive personality…