highly considering it all
I really have been lacking in the journaling department lately. Sometimes the spirt moves and sometimes it lies (lays?) dorment do what have you. I'm feeling worn down lately because all the work I've been doing adds up. So far it seems to have paid off with the amount of guys we have coming in next year, so atleast I can say that. But I'm having trouble waking up in the morning (takes me at least 30min lately), and I start fall asleep at like 10:30pm, despite that I end up staying awake until 12, then reading until 12:30am. Coaching appears to be an exhausting lifestyle, atleast when the program needs a lot of work.
That actually wasn't what I was planning to write about, but come what may. So lately I've been living with 3 Romanians (one has been here all year) but the other two are a coach and athlete who have recently joined us in our small abode. It's an odd existence because the new 2 don't really speak much English. It's odd cooking, washing, and waking up to someone else being around yet unable to communicate with. We have at least come to terms in saying Hello, how are yous, and I even got it's a beauitiful day out today (which it was) ... so we've gotten the majority of all conversation down at least [ greetings, anticelorary questions of well being, and weather conversation].
I've been a nature / travel writing kick for the past few years now. Possibly starting with my reading of On The Road, while injured Freshman year of college (although I account the real start to Blue Highways). I just finished Into the Wild (rather quickly), and have been draggin my feet through a Muir Anthology (lots of nature descriptions ... like 10 pages on a bird). His writing is tetious when it isn't a story, but it's truly passionate about what he does. I would consider Muir a more true transcendentalist that Thoreau and Emerson because he actually really lives the lifestyle recommended. It's an interesting contrast between Into the Wild because in our 21st century view of things McCandless is a bit of a nut, yet Muir is a savior of all things Nature. Switch the persons into opposite time periods and you really get a perspective switch I think. Yea McCandless was a bit disillusioned about life, but so were the transcendentalists, and they were just as well read.
Looking forward, I'm sure I'll be in a bit of a panic come this time next year as I scour for jobs. Coaching jobs come and go quickly, and the right one seems to go even faster. Hoping for the best though.
That actually wasn't what I was planning to write about, but come what may. So lately I've been living with 3 Romanians (one has been here all year) but the other two are a coach and athlete who have recently joined us in our small abode. It's an odd existence because the new 2 don't really speak much English. It's odd cooking, washing, and waking up to someone else being around yet unable to communicate with. We have at least come to terms in saying Hello, how are yous, and I even got it's a beauitiful day out today (which it was) ... so we've gotten the majority of all conversation down at least [ greetings, anticelorary questions of well being, and weather conversation].
I've been a nature / travel writing kick for the past few years now. Possibly starting with my reading of On The Road, while injured Freshman year of college (although I account the real start to Blue Highways). I just finished Into the Wild (rather quickly), and have been draggin my feet through a Muir Anthology (lots of nature descriptions ... like 10 pages on a bird). His writing is tetious when it isn't a story, but it's truly passionate about what he does. I would consider Muir a more true transcendentalist that Thoreau and Emerson because he actually really lives the lifestyle recommended. It's an interesting contrast between Into the Wild because in our 21st century view of things McCandless is a bit of a nut, yet Muir is a savior of all things Nature. Switch the persons into opposite time periods and you really get a perspective switch I think. Yea McCandless was a bit disillusioned about life, but so were the transcendentalists, and they were just as well read.
Looking forward, I'm sure I'll be in a bit of a panic come this time next year as I scour for jobs. Coaching jobs come and go quickly, and the right one seems to go even faster. Hoping for the best though.