May 14, 2011 20:05
I think the last 15 minutes illustrate my current mania pretty well. I was getting the mail and suddenly had the urge to run as fast as I could for as long as I could. I walked right out of the building and down to the waterfront. After some deliberation I just took off and kept going as hard as I could until I couldn't take it anymore and crumpled onto the grass. I can't even remember the last time I ran at a full sprint...rugby maybe? Chasing a frisbee? Dusting off those old endorphins felt so good that as I laid on the grass looking up at the sky trying to keep my heart from exploding in my chest I made a little oath to myself to get stronger/faster/more flexible. I have a feeling I'm a little deluded by thinking I'll be able to get to the point where my body will be able to keep up with the runaway train behind my eyes.
5 minute brainstorm of summer goals:
Hot Air Balloon
Hike everywhere
Cultivate bike skillz, more two wheeled cruises/exploration
WATER. Boats? Kayaks? Rafting? Swimming in rivers...lakes...I'm picturing a rope swing and a cliff somewhere... (Scuba certification!?)
Find a pretty girl with a good mind and kiss her all the time
Camping
Museum/Opera/Helium
Guerrilla brother visit in Mexico
Skydiving again?
Bungee jump...skibowl?
Balcony garden
Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusic
X books/movies a week
Eat crazy food and get drunk all the time in strange new places
Start (and maintain) some kind of yoga/martial arts/stretching regime?
Just looking over what I've come up with I'm simultaneously overwhelmed/excited/slightly discouraged. I can only be obsessed with so many things at once, I almost feel like I have to pick a niche otherwise I won't do much of anything. For better or worse my media consumption is already suffering due to school and work. Even with my limited sources I already have music coming in faster than I can even listen to it. Most of the reading I grind out is for school and I probably have 3 books half finished that I haven't touched in forever. The same two movies from Netflix have been sitting on my windowsill for WEEKS.
As much as I don't want work to hijack my summer like last year, I've been on shaky ground ever since I started school...DESPITE taking on even more responsibility and shifting my schedule to make everyone else's life easier. I can't even fathom leaving school either, considering it was basically the catalyst for my recent lust for life. My current strategy for managing my time so that I can still actually do anything is to just forego sleep since that's the only activity I can siphon time from. Barring the occasional Sunday coma, I probably get 4 or 5 hours of sleep a night...and it's catching up to me. UGH.
"It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull."
On any given night I spend the first hour in bed trying to trick my brain into being quiet for long enough so I can sneak off into slumberland. I have a notepad of disjointed thoughts I've been trying to keep track of, I'm afraid if I don't write everything down it will just evaporate into the ether as my mind wanders somewhere else. Kind of like...right now. Maybe someday I'll be able to put all the pieces together.