September’s almost over, which means #30posts is almost over. This fills me with two predominant feelings:

  • relief (blogging every day isn’t easy)
  • mild confusion (what do I do now?)

As of October 1, I’ll probably take my foot off the blogging pedal for a bit — but only for a bit. This whole process has been valuable. Getting back in the habit of writing daily has helped my own writing, both the creative stuff I do when no one’s looking as well as the marcom stuff that helps me pay my bills (when I remember to — returned from Montréal to find my cable and my internet cut).

Getting into a groove is very important. That regularity, that momentum, it’s powerful. Routine is extremely powerful. When I get out of mine I feel weird, especially with regards to the self-set stuff.

I went to Montréal and brought my gym clothes because I knew staying fit was important to me; going to the gym, lifting weights and sweating is something that I do. It’s something that I am, kind of — it makes me me. I didn’t gym as much as I should have while I was away, but it was absolutely necessary that I tried.

It’s the same thing with, well, anything I do. And it’s probably the same for you. And the irony is that when we get locked into bad routines, all we want to do is be routine-less, slaves to no masters, free and clear and whatever else — which is fine and all, but abandoning certain routines takes us away from ourselves.

I guess the key is figuring out which are the good routines and which are the bad ones.

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Over the course of this project/challenge, I’ve gotten into the habit of putting a lot of thought into my posts. This is weird for me. I’m a pretty off-the-cuff writer and I usually just go with whatever is on my mind. The act of planning and plotting has made me into a more conscious writer, and a more conscious person. It’s also made me a more conscious, clear man. A better man.

Along with this project, my time in Montréal really righted something for me. I was joyous there, and have been joyful, mostly, since returning home. And this is obviously because I got to share time, music, experiences, and homemade experimental grilled cheese sandwiches with people I love — but it’s also because for the first time in a while, I don’t feel so lost.

This is post #26 in my #30posts challenge. Yes, I know I slipped up a bit. I’m sorry.
Some of the more popular posts include this one on sickness, this one on love, and these four (1, 2, 3, 4) on my adventures at POP Montréal.