Just typing the word “escape” pulls on some heartstrings and makes my head start to swim a little bit. But I’m finally taking a deep breath and speaking (well, typing) my mind on this little corner of the internet again.
I’m going to be up front with you. I want this to be a totally interactive post. So it would mean so much to me if you’d reach out in any way you see fit. Keep on reading for, ya know, what you’re reaching out about! Before I get to begging asking you for what I want. Let me run through a few scenarios. Just see if you identify with any of them.
Remember how awesome my 12 trips in 12 months thing was? I feel like I, to this day, don’t shut up about it. Remember how jazzed I was about my 12 new outdoor activities in 12 months?
Well, as you can probably work out from the spoiler alert of a title…I failed. Already. And it’s March.
I’ve been having a hard time with some things. This includes, but is not limited to, writing about getting outside and travel with some meaning. With some purpose. I found myself saying, “Yeah, but why does it even matter?” I’ll throw a full disclosure in here to say I’ve been feeling like that about many of the things in my life. But this in particular was (read: is) feeling incredibly frustrating. Travel, and adventure travel at that, was the thing that pulled me through grad school. This blog as a creative outlet got me through some rough days. And why would such an important part of my life all of a sudden feel meaningless?
I think it might have had something to do with me and how I was choosing to travel.
Sometimes you just have to get something off of your chest, you know? Last Sunday I set the intention that I would get back to writing and interacting with all of my friends on social media. I missed it, after all! Then the election happened and I didn’t know which way to turn. Posting my suggestions for Philadelphia seemed too shallow and unimportant anymore. But I was so confused and feeling 1000 different emotions so nothing was coming out.
Was I supposed to talk about this election on my travel blog? Was I supposed to swallow all of my feelings and move on?
This is a bit of a more personal post, but I’m pretty sure it’ll translate for a bunch of you. So instead of sitting on my hands I’m going to publish it and put it out there. Let’s start with something that you’ve probably experienced (statistically speaking, anyway), if you’ve been connected to grad school in any way. Impostor syndrome.
Yup. I’m going there. And if you’re a traveler who doesn’t care about grad school at all, hang tight. It’ll come back around.
I had a post from Austin all queued up for this week, sharing my favorite things from my trip. But when I sat down to write it last night (procrastination station, much?), I knew my happiness levels called for a different kind of post. If you’ve been reading, you know it is my New Year’s Resolution to travel 12 times in 2016. One trip for every month of the year! I just returned back from my January trip. It was a weekend away in Northeast Pennsylvania…an official ski weekend at Elk Mountain!
Oh boy. Can you blog readers (you still out there?) tell that school has started again? I haven't even have time to think about feeling guilty about not blogging. But I'm starting to really miss it. I miss the outlet! I miss talking about my travels!
Whenever I head to a Twitter chat, my intro is something along the lines of "I'm an aspiring blogger trying to balance travel, blogging, and grad school. All while maintaining my sanity!"
NEWSFLASH: I'm failing. On both counts. All counts? Let's have a quick check-in, shall we?