Westbound and floating

How to write about your life without letting the ego get in the way... A summary of events is always an easy way, however the assumption is always there that the individual on the other end wants to read it.  So I offer this entry to those who would like to read on, insight into the last 6 or 7 months that I have been away from the blogging world...

It occurs to me that it would be much easier to write what's on my mind if I did it in smaller chunks... Not quite what happened here. Anyways, there's been a few themes surfacing in the last month or two, with my summer job winding down, and actually having some free time to do some biking and reflecting and reading and relaxing.

It's really easy to get wound up on anything that doesn't quite agree with your wavelength, however if one actually takes a step back, you might realize that the other person is simply in need of some space or a new perspective. It has the power to transform someone completely, and I feel like I've been working really hard at gaining that perspective lately...

Changing times

I suppose I have been absent in the way of reporting my adventures, state and otherwise to all  the people in my life.  I am taking the time today to do some much needed reflection on the past few months.  Although I've been in touch with most of you, there has been a lot that went unsaid, mostly because I did not know what to say.

Let's start with the obvious question that has been hard for me to answer since I returned to Canada.  How was your trip?  I realize now that the question was impossible to answer because I didn't know the extent to which that experience had changed me.  As I reflect on my findings of the last couple of weeks, it is hard to believe the shift in perspective that I've embraced.

Three days in the Westfjords

Finally, something has happened that is worth writing about.  Aside from my personal wrestling match with my ever-pressing lonely heart, there has been remarkably little of consequence happening during my stay here in Iceland's capital region.

It seems school is keeping me just busy enough that I can't go away, but not busy enough to keep the boredom at bay.  At long last, the Westfjords have been conquered, and in a mellow but swift swoop, I was able to hit the reset button on my brain... until I flew back into Reykjavik on monday morning.

The Dream of a Boy

There’s no recipe for success.  Nobody is waiting on the other end to tell you that you’re doing a good job.  You do the things you do every day to try and find a place of belonging, destined for some path unknown to you or anyone else, but happy just to be along for the ride, and even happier when there’s snow on the ground to be skied.  Like gravity, the little boy inside is pulled to the snow because he knows there’s a certain amount of magic in it.

The places we go

Bow chicccc a chickkk

I dance my way to freedom every day.

I feel like every day is a battle here.  There hasn't been any days when I haven't woken up and wondered what the hell I am doing here.  Feeling a bit lost and hopeless I usually try and force myself out the door for a run.  If I don't do it before breakfast the feeling will persist until I do, so might as well get it over with ASAP.

Never easy, though I slowly build up some resolve and tell myself that I'm gonna be stoked once I start running.  This is the truth though, and invariably after a few minutes of pattering down to the ocean I get into a rhythm, and begin to question why I ever wanted to stay inside :D

Victory #1!  Next obstacle: get some school work done.  This is a tricky and elusive task.  It always seems as though there's lots to do, but really my brain knows that it can wait till later.  So I try in vain to be productive which never happens while I'm at home, so I eat something and make myself scarce...

The day goes on.