It’s hard to believe that it has been three months since my last post. In that time – how the world (and my personal circumstances) have changed! Any mention of Osama bin Laden or Anthony Weiner has been relegated to “old news” and anything incredibly new probably won’t be blogged by me until the eleventh hour (if at all). I can’t say that I’ve missed blogging, although to a certain extent I have. I’m still finding my way. I realize my strengths are in outdoor running (and run-on sentences) rather than sharpening this blog as a significant tool to affect or shed light to policy changes. So, I’ll continue to write and offer my thoughts of subjects that merit enough attention to memorialize, if only by me and if only by this blog. I grin in thinking that this blog, well-intentioned as it is, is still dilettante-ish. Imagine if I decided to “get in shape” by running once a month – or doing anything once a month. For better (or worse, for that matter), sporadic activities may be enjoying, but they will never rise to the level of greatness. Like volunteerism, the content of ExDeserto, is enough to stay active and maintain that feel-good attitude of advocating and investing time into one’s belief. To that end, while these blogging endeavors of mine may never rise to the level of self-sustainability (financially at least), they do provide an outlet to release and solidify my thoughts and beliefs.
One of the the difficulties I often encounter is the inability to voraciously publish posts as often more prolific bloggers I know. Ironically, I’m told that the best way to develop this skill is to pound away daily until it come naturally. I suppose that’s true with many things; if we just take the time and develop the discipline, nearly anyone can develop a niche or skill in any area. I suppose that’s the joy of the American dream – each of us have the ability to shape our own destinies. That blessing cuts both ways – that lack of motivation can let the beauty of human potential descend into apathy.
It makes no sense for me to complain about my blogging abilities if I am unwilling to take steps to change it. If repetitive blogging is the way to do it, repetitive blogging is what needs to be done. The fact of the matter is though, writing is important, and I enjoy doing it; I just don’t enjoy the amount of time that it takes. Generally, our days are zero-sum. If I spend one hour writing, I spend one less hour doing something else. I won’t lie though, giving up that “something else” in favor of writing probably isn’t anything I would miss anyway. It’s not like I am working eighty-hour weeks, or running 100 mile weeks that there is no “give” in my schedule. The big question, is whether I am willing to commit to writing every day to bring this blog from monthly posts into a behemoth in the online world. The short answer is “no.” Blogging is an activity I enjoy, but not so much that I want to slavishly pour in hours upon hours of my time.
I remember that at my peak of busyness in my schedule, I was running insane amounts, working, and taking thirty credit hours in a semester. Yes, thirty. And I completely rocked at it all. Somehow, I feel that I had to balance social events too (and did that quite well too, despite having to sleep at like 9PM on Fridays if I had a 5:30 AM Saturday workout). The point is, I’m a firm believer that almost anything is possible with enough practice or commitment.
Certainly, influences exist which may help shape our lives. Had I started running much younger, or spent a year in Kenya, my athletic abilities, limited as they are, may have reached new heights (and maybe I wouldn’t have pursued law as a career if running was a realistic option. Regardless, it’s quite difficult to make the the big bucks in running, so, I probably wouldn’t have pursued that option even if were more viable). But influences are precisely that – they help shape one’s path; but they do not dictate that path.
At the end of the day, we each have 1,440 minutes in the day to utilize, develop, or waste. We each have the opportunity to shape ourselves into what we will become in the future. We are the sum of our decisions. Trite, but true. And we each reap the rewards and consequences for that which we sow. At the end of the day, the challenge for each of us is to live our lives in a way such that we maximize our abilities. It’s not easy; it requires a steely discipline that each of us possess foster to various degrees of success.
Some undertakings are amateur, much like playing on a weekend softball league, or blogging sporadically about politics. Other undertakings are more demanding and require greater care and investment – as what we do with out lives. Everyone has the ability to create the American dream.
So what are our limits? What are the limits that preclude us from attaining the goals we desire? More importantly, what steps are needed to take us from where we are to where we want to be? Finally, are we willing to take those steps or make those sacrifices?