This is my 739th consecutive blog post, and recently I’ve been feeling like I’m hitting a wall. I really don’t want to repeat myself, and yet recently there have been days where I am struggling to find something meaningful to say that I haven’t already said.
Because it’s getting difficult, it’s even more important to do it.
Why? To find out what happens when you’re not sure if you’re done but you force yourself to keep going anyway. Kind of like those ultra-marathoners who run 200+ miles just to see what happens when their bodies start breaking down and they begin getting close to death.
Courtney Dauwalter once ran a race where she began hallucinating, developed corneal edema and temporarily went blind, became disoriented and fell (giving herself a concussion), and yet still kept running. She wanted to see what would happen if she pushed herself to what any normal person would think is the brink of death, and then kept going. She wanted to hit the ultimate wall and see if she could push past it. Turns out she could…
So I am going to see what happens when I think I might have run out of things to say, yet still keep going. Things might get a little incoherent while I figure this out, but that’s the beauty of a personal blog. Realizing no one is reading this shit anyway gives me the exhilarating freedom to take whatever chances I feel are necessary to grow.
I want to break through to the really good shit – or fail trying.
I don’t think I’m going to fail.