I’m currently sitting in my usual spot in the attic, with an urge to write down the many random thoughts running through my head, and I figured where else would be an ideal place to put them than here, on my blog? Greta’s Junkyard did start out to be a personal site where I could literally just dump my rants and raves, and maybe it might be nice to go back to its roots and write something random and more shameless than what I’m used to nowadays.
I never really know who reads all my posts, but to you, dear reader, who is reading this right now, hello there! And welcome! Thanks for dropping by and hope you can allow me to give you a run down on what has been happening with me lately, and why all of a sudden I’m in the mood to write something more intimate.
I’ve been very busy at work still, which explains the lack of posts on my blog. I can never keep up with bloggers who can afford to write everyday because at most, I write about one or two articles each week (sometimes I even disappear for two weeks). I haven’t been playing much Ultimate anymore, due to the fact that I’m always so tired at the end of each day, and all I really want to do once the Cupcake picks me up from the office is crawl into bed and sleep. I guess I’ve finally reached a point in my life where my mind, heart, and body don’t look for the sport anymore (unlike before where Ultimate was life)—not quite sure if that’s a good thing or a sad thing. Maybe it’s both.
Photos by Dodong dela Cruz
But giving up disc has given me more time to focus on the more important and productive things—like my career, and building a start-up company with the Cupcake (which I can maybe disclose when it’s ready to be disclosed), and even this blog. Things that are more fulfilling, and will eventually provide for my future. As fun as disc was (or still is), it can never give me that. Ever. (Unless Ultimate became a professional sport overnight, and suddenly players are getting paid the same compensation as NBA stars).
Anyway, enough about Ultimate. And my career. It’s getting boring.
Another good thing is that I’ve finally found the time to catch up on my reading list during the weekends, which I haven’t done in forever. It’s a nice feeling, to be reading again—which benefits my writing because the more I read, the more I’m inspired to write. Hence, this short post. Did you guys know that it took Neil Gaiman more than ten years to conceptualize, write, and eventually finish The Graveyard Book? Maybe there’s hope for all the stories I’ve abandoned after all.
My thoughts are a mess, and this is all just word vomit coming out. If you’ve reached this far into the article, thanks for keeping up. I guess I just wanted to let all those things out, so when I look back at this moment of my life, I can remember exactly how I felt and what I was going through. And I know that that will inspire me to keep going.
I have a big announcement to make soon, but I’ll save it for a different post.