Do you ever get those moments where you come across something on the internet, or you read something inspiring in the paper or in a novel, or you go experience something tangible, and find you have butterflies in your stomach and all you want to do at the moment is start skipping at the highest of heights and smile silly? Immediately afterwards the speech which just a minute ago was drawled out and monotonous becomes a strangely beautiful montage of jubilant syllables and words and singing. And it strangely requires more effort than usual to sit down without bouncing your knees and flapping your arms like a five-year old who has just be told he can indeed delve into his birthday presents that have been tempting him all day.
That was me just a moment ago.
During the past couple of days I’ve been sort of virtually traveling Spain, finding myself for the most part in the south, around Sevilla, Málaga and Granada. I’ve spoken to people who have been to Sevilla, Málaga, and Toledo. I found an extreme language immersion program in northern Oviedo, plus a couple of other programs. And then I stumbled across some wise readings from the bloggers of MatadorU, a “New Media School for Travelers.”
BAM! moment of truth
For an anthropology/Spanish double major interested in areas within marketing and communications this seemed to fit somewhat better than the Lady Gaga’s orbit headwear on the Ellen DeGeneres show. For someone who doesn’t exactly have a clear goal ahead but is willing to take whatever opportunities that present themselves that may in fact be a step in the right direction, this sounds somewhat hopeful. A travel writer! Of course this may just be momentary wishful thinking. Maybe even an irrational goal. But it’s got me thinking nonetheless.
We all have to start somewhere
I think I've been waiting for some kind of sign to tell me "you are now to start your blog. And this is what you are to accomplish with it:..."
Yeah, not so much. Although, I did have one of those moments where I thought 'today is the day' (as a chorus of angels singing filled my tiny dorm room, followed by a breeze sweeping through my window on cue, throwing my hair back Charlie's Angels style as a light falls on me). Or something like that. But I did in fact feel strangely motivated to just start. I didn't know what I would say and I still don't know what my goal is. Perhaps it will make itself apparent as time -days, months- go by. If it's anything like my imagination, what comes up will probably have no coherence; for a while. In the end everything will strangely find a way to tie itself together to produce a meaningful epiphany that sheds some tangible truth on the reality of who I am, and I hope others can relate.
Yeah, not so much. Although, I did have one of those moments where I thought 'today is the day' (as a chorus of angels singing filled my tiny dorm room, followed by a breeze sweeping through my window on cue, throwing my hair back Charlie's Angels style as a light falls on me). Or something like that. But I did in fact feel strangely motivated to just start. I didn't know what I would say and I still don't know what my goal is. Perhaps it will make itself apparent as time -days, months- go by. If it's anything like my imagination, what comes up will probably have no coherence; for a while. In the end everything will strangely find a way to tie itself together to produce a meaningful epiphany that sheds some tangible truth on the reality of who I am, and I hope others can relate.
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