The day started with my parents making breakfast before driving me to National airport, my bags in tow. They hugged me tight at the terminal and then, boom – they were gone. On to the ticket counter I went, checking a bag and getting my boarding passes before getting in line to do the TSA full-body pat-down shuffle.
And now, after an entire day of airports and napping and business class hot towels and cheese plates, I’m home.
Whatever the word home means right now.
It feels strange to be back here in San Francisco. So much has happened in the last couple of weeks what with a mini-vacation in my own city and then the holidays back east with my friends and family that I can’t even process it all.
One thing I’m sure of is this – I’ve got some killer fucking friends.
And my friends are leading me to New York City, which might just be my new temporary home in a couple of short months. There’s so much love there right now, I feel like I’d be an idiot not to go.
At the very least, I’d regret it, and I don’t do so well with regretting things I didn’t do. Things I’ve done are another story, but the things I haven’t… those are the ones that I don’t want to have on my death bed.
I feel like at this point if I don’t go to New York and see what happens, it’ll be one of the things I wonder about when I’m old and gray.
But New York is in the future.
Meanwhile, December has been crazy, and the last day of the year is tomorrow. I still haven’t started a book outline and there’s only one more blog post to go before I actually complete my goal of 365 daily blog posts in a row. I’m scared to switch up the routine to writing in private because I feel as though it’s easier to be accountable for my daily practice when I throw it up on a website, but I can’t let fear get the best of me.
Because then the terrorists win, even if it’s just the terrorists that live in my brain. And victory over fear is all that matters.
It’s nice to look back at the year and see that I managed to accomplish something I didn’t even mean to. I wrote a blog post on January 1st about my year and the next thing I knew I had done a couple in a row.
About a week in, I set the goal of one post per day and then a couple of months later when I realized that I had managed to do it every single day, I set my goal of five hundred words a day.
And the journey has been interesting, for me at least.
Now it’s time to switch gears again, to challenge myself to be accountable when no one’s looking.
They say that the true test of a man’s character is what he does when no one is watching.
I guess I’ll find out what I’m made of this week when I start writing in private.
To those of you that read this, don’t worry… I’ll still be blogging here and there when the mood strikes, or when I feel like I have something to say.
2014 is about writing when no one is looking, but there’s still one day left.
Which means one more post.
See you tomorrow, dear reader.
