Dramatic title, I know.
But it’s the easiest way to explain why I started this blog in the first place. First of all, who even bothers to read blogs anymore? It almost feels like I’m shoving this slice of the internet into the crowded shelves of the fashionista and mommy blogs.
I can’t help myself from trying though. Here I am, 2.5 years out of undergrad, practicing the #adulting life (on a part-time basis), discovering the world, adventuring through the harsh beauty of the outdoors, ripping through my comfort zone, converting more strangers into friends…and still feeling like I am not entirely exploiting my capabilities.
I’m still not sure when that moment really hit me–it could have been during my daily ritual of drinking masala chai while checking my inbox or during a treacherously long ascent to a summit in the Sierra Nevada. Either way, I had to figure out what was wrong.
It wasn’t until a friend brought up the idea during our morning gchats that I should start blogging about my hikes and travels. In fact, many of my college friends associate me with blogs as I made it a point to wake up at 6 am (in undergrad!! voluntarily!!) to savor each post in my feed before I had to drag my ass to chemistry lab. I even tried blogging (anonymously) for 1.5 years until engineering threw an axe at all of my favorite past-times.
And as many of us know, once we press the “Start Adult Life Now” button, a lot of our creative channels that we used to explore in school start gathering cobwebs and losing its luster. Instead, I adopted a nomadic lifestyle and found myself in a tornado of travels only to find myself anxious for the next trip.
Well now here I am, taking a deep breath and feather-dusting off my neglected predilection for writing. 2.5 years ago, I could never have envisioned the life I greet every day. My time spent away from the rigid Lego models of city life have resulted in mature musings and pre-mature blog posts.
It is now time to grasp my creativity once more and find karma in the outdoors.