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I have struggled to put my thoughts to this space lately. I reach into the depths of my brain and there is nothing but empty blackness. I rummage around and find nothing but nothing. It reminds me of essay questions during school. I’d sit and stare blankly at the page. A question about the civil war and its economic effects, or the motivation behind some epic novel would stare back, unblinking, mocking. And the clock would tick.
I would drift away from the paper and think about lunch, or some upcoming sports event, or that girl that sat in the next aisle over from me in science class, and whether or not I’d ever get the gumption to ask her out.
And then I realized, that my entire life is like those essay questions. I find myself daydreaming about all sorts of unrelated, somewhat irrelevant, things. Like right now, at this very moment. I was working on something, and it sparked an idea which eventually led me here to the blog, writing about my inability to focus on any one thing.
And yet, I am a terrible multi-tasker.
Which is why I love singletrack so much. What could be better for a highly distract-able daydreamer than a narrow path trough epic forests and deserts? I move forward, while gaping at the world around me.
Until, that is, I gape my way off the trail and into a ravine.
Dave HarrisDecember 8, 2008
I totally get where you are coming from. The major difference is the essay questions weren’t elective. Doh!
Long live singletrack. BTW, we just discovered new gems in StG, known only to motorheads and 2 crack heads.
HartDecember 8, 2008
i can relate broseph.
CellarratDecember 9, 2008
kinna there myself… also enjoy the eat a bit more and beer drinkin season…
EdDecember 9, 2008
Holy mackerel, did I just write that?
No Grizz just described me to a tee!