When I started blogging in 2010 I had begun stepping out of the protected world of my family and of academia. The ground was moving beneath my feet, I was traveling, and my home and university were comforts I knew well. The intellectual shelter offered by university and school was something I tried to hold on to. If only there had been a way of retaining a world like that with its restrained criticisms, disagreements that wouldn’t flare up and spiral into personal attacks or insults.
Instead of being rudely shocked awake at university, a false sense of non-consequence for my actions emerged. Not only was I allowed to pursue fruitless ideas but was actually encouraged to do. At that time leaders within the local arts community thought that self-realisation and the ability to independently evaluate ones research could lead to interesting or fascinating conclusions. Whilst occasionally true, many people drifted into dead end pockets of thought. Investigating themselves introspectively but not able to make a link back to the people living around them. When it was time to leave university, we left university romantically challenging niche communities unable to discern what was valuable within our ideas and more importantly without concern of how to sustain what we were doing. Starting a blog was a part of this romance, whether I realised it or not.
Having a blog meant there was a platform for debating ideas even if it were only with myself. The few comments that crossed my blog didn’t matter, the debates and ideas being explored mimicked the writing assignments that a university education asked of me.
Fortunately, I stayed with the arts community for a while, there were other minds involved in my projects. We found relevance and made connections as we needed.
Years passed and the blog entries continued. Little did I think about it but having a blog gave my brain exercise and often pushed me into projects and explorations that I now crave.
Maybe you are in a similar position. The past is dotted with curiosities and adventures, some small, some significant, yet here sits someone who feels bored of life. Stifled by routines that don’t go anywhere and habits that do nothing but waste time.
So here is to setting myself in motion. Here is to starting a new adventure. Let 2017 be the year when I learn to be a husband, a father, and an adventurer.