I just achieved something, something big, something exciting, something I've been working on for a long time.
I finished typing up the first draft of a book about doing the TransSib with my dad and sister that I wrote in several notebooks when I was living in Vancouver before. I had trouble typing it out so I wrote it by hand.
My goal was to finish the written draft before leaving for Scotland and I did.
I left it to sit and age. To give it time and because I figured I'd be too busy what with a one year masters program.
Then I did bits and pieces since getting back.
It's easy to find reasons not to deal with it. But I want to do this, it's at the top of my list of projects.
I'm at a turning point in my life and I've been thinking about what it's important to me to do over the next few months. This is a big one.
So I sat down and I did it. Now I have to sit down and edit it until it's something worth reading.
This is how it ends right now:
It's funny typing those words and thinking of all the things I've done since I wrote but how I still feel exactly the same. Looking for a job, uncertain about the future. Not really sure how to answer the dreaded question. "so what do you do?" I still feel like I'm drifting and seeking. Older, wiser, still not really sure what I'm doing.
Anyways, I might go out for a walk and see if any convenience stores are selling ice cream. It seems like a fitting way to celebrate this moment.