Dear Squadron,

Hey there.

You beautiful, auspiciously good-willed bellwether of a callipygian nature.

You, my formidable invisible audience, have changed me over the past year and ten months. I don’t usually write for you specifically, but your very arcane presence has given me opportunities to practice authenticity, courage, vulnerability, and passion.

This site doesn’t generate that many hits, I am fully aware and fine that: but it does generate more than zero, which means that the things which are spewing out of my mind and into the mechanics of my fingers are being absorbed by a population made up of more than just me and my mother.

That’s kind of a daunting mentality to maintain when writing pieces that are intimate, as “good” pieces tend to be. There is now accountability. Social pressure. Possibilities of judgment or disapproval.

Through that pressure–much of it being an intrinsic pressure applied upon myself–I have been given so many opportunities to practice authenticity. To stand up and back my own belief set, my own form of world analysis; by committing my thoughts and musings to a post, I am announcing externally that I “actually think this way”.

Again, daunting, especially when the stage of life I am in is one that is centered around changing my mind and future plans and habitats and relationships and food choices on a weekly basis.

I am horridly disinterested in committment, on many many levels. Settle down to a nice, comfortable job within my degree of skill set? Nope. Find a nice jolly man who matches at least 3 out of the gazillion “this would make a good life partner” I have and settle down to put a ring on it, followed by some sperm-egg interaction?  Huh-uh.

I don’t like staying in the same place for more than a week. When it comes weekend time in Emporia, and I get the approval of the hefty chunk from the time-stamp at Nature’s Paradise, my whole being is itching with the desire to break routine, to get out of Emporia, to go somewhere and do something new.

The idea of spending my future in a place longer than five years at a time is not interesting to me. Actually, rather repelling.

And I don’t write these things to spit on those for whom these things might be true. There is no hierarchy of dreams except for within oneself.

If you tell me that you want to apply for a teaching position in the school in which you student taught in a town in which you went to elementary school: I say, that absolutely rocks. You’re going to do amazing.

If you tell me that you want to marry your childhood sweetheart and get started with that family of nine you’ve been craving; I say, you’re going to make an amazing husband/wife/father/mother and that kid is one lucky duckling.

But those aren’t my dreams, just as constant motion and lack of formed geographical committment might not be yours. No hierarchy here.

This constant perpetual motion dream of mine leaves something missing, though: namely an easy accessible source to be grounded in.

Writing this blog has made me feel grounded.

Grounded in my ideas. I can go back and re-read old posts on how I viewed nutrition or motivation and realize that I don’t fundamentally deter from my previous mindsets. I have been exposed to different perspectives and options in order to see a progression in my own learning, which is equally as thrilling as realizing that past-Josie wasn’t just a complete loon.

Re-reading old posts puts me back into nostalgic aesthetic. It gives my own past a credibility, I no longer just automatically dismiss my former self as being immature or underdeveloped.

Furthermore it has given me incentive to practice the craft of writing, a craft in which I I would like to spend the rest of my days improving.

For this–to both you my reader and you the palpable spirit of my blog–for everything in our past and in our future together, I thank you from the depths of my heart for who I am right now.

Peace and Blessings,

Josie


In the spirit of a one-hundredth post, I would like to flashback to my favorite, most memorable posts that I have written over the nearly two years. Ones that I still reread and from which I still derive empowerment and excitement.

A list of fourteen of my FAVORITE blog posts (In chronological order):

  1. Musings upon Moment March 15, 2016
  2. What I learned When I shook the President’s Hand | May 24th, 2016
  3. An “Open Letter” To the Person Who Honked At Me During a Run | July 1, 2016
  4. Mo’ Clothes Mo’ Problems: Encounters with Nudists | October 4, 2016
  5. The Part Where Josie Realizes She Needs People | December 2, 2016
  6. A Midnight Bath in Vienna | December 31, 2016
  7. Welcome to My Mind PalaceJanuary 27, 2017
  8. The Misadventure of the Off-brand Moroccan Bus | February 23
  9. A 62-Hour Journey Home | March 11th, 2017
  10. So Many Questions | March 24, 2017
  11. To The One I have Given My Heart | April 17th, 2017
  12. An Adventure Featuring Hammocks and Old Austrian Gents | April 28, 2017
  13. Incomparable Evening Plans | July 6 2017
  14. Dorothy Got Lucky with the Tornado: A 78-Hour Journey Back to KansasAugust 11th 2017

In order of personal enjoyment:

  1. To The One I have Given My Heart | April 17th, 2017
  2. The Misadventure of the Off-brand Moroccan Bus | February 23
  3. The Part Where Josie Realizes She Needs People | December 2, 2016
  4. Mo’ Clothes Mo’ Problems: Encounters with Nudists | October 4, 2016
  5. Dorothy Got Lucky with the Tornado: A 78-Hour Journey Back to Kansas | August 11th 2017
  6. So Many Questions | March 24, 2017
  7. A 62-Hour Journey Home | March 11th, 2017
  8. An Adventure Featuring Hammocks and Old Austrian Gents | April 28, 2017
  9. Welcome to My Mind Palace | January 27, 2017
  10. An “Open Letter” To the Person Who Honked At Me During a Run | July 1, 2016
  11. What I learned When I shook the President’s Hand | May 24th, 2016
  12. A Midnight Bath in Vienna | December 31, 2016
  13. Incomparable Evening Plans | July 6 2017
  14. Musings upon Moment | March 15, 2016

Now I have a request; would you comment if is there a blog post you particularly gravitated towards? One that was notable for some reason that you absolutely do not have to explain?

To hundreds more, friends,

Peace and Blessings,

Josie

 

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