Traveling today. I’m gonna be in Stockholm for a few days and while these trips never used to bother me, this time feels different.
Missing three days of gym gave me anxiety. I’ve already made a plan of things I’m going to do to get my share of activity for the day, but still it was kind of scary to lose the comfort of the daily routine.
Also leaving my wife with my child is always tricky. Of course things are going to be fine, but it’s easy to undervalue how much of an impact me not being there has on the mental comfort level of my wife and child.
But still, it’s exciting and fun to observe, how will I keep up my commitment to the challenge and still execute all the points under these circumstances. Never in my life could I have imagined that I’d be sitting in an airport with a laptop on my… lap… Writing a journal.
I mean journaling generally is something I undervalued and dismissed as part of this cult of a persona thing that never caught on with me. Always felt kind of pompous or self-imposing. It always felt like random strangers on the internet really shouldn’t care or know about how someone’s day is going.
But this journaling thing really has taught me that it’s not about that at all. Organising one’s thoughts is essential and is akin to meditation. Not doing so now feels weird. It’s crazy, only 17 days into this and something that used to feel alien is now second nature.
Something I never really wanted to do now feels like an essential part of the daily routine. I am curious how this feeling will change as the days go by and whether I’m going to start hating it and want to abandon the practice. Or if it is going to become one of my personality pillars.
Coming up with worthwhile topics is trickier than expected though. Just dumping ramblings and thoughts feels value-less, but then again, that’s kind of the point of daily journaling.