Eight-hundred and forty-seven days.
Eight-hundred and forty-seven fucking days.
Eight-hundred and forty-seven motherfucking shit days.
That's how long it's been since I've published anything. Over two years have come and gone, and I've had plenty of life experiences since then, good and bad, but for whatever reason, I couldn't bring myself to write about any of them.
It's a shame because I really enjoyed these experiences (well, most of them), and I feel a need to document them in some capacity. Since my last post, I've taken trips to, among other places, the Bay Area, Boston, and Mexico. Innumerable amounts of Euphoric Eats were had, yet they were only documented visually. I'm still working myself into an early grave at [REDACTED - because I like getting paychecks], but I need a creative outlet for writing - and it is here.
I always have so many thoughts in my head about so many different topics and issues; in what I consider to be both a gift and a curse, my mind never shuts off. It is what it is, and I'm not sure that's ever going to change, but I digress. Most people know my obsessions run deep for all things sports and food, but I'm just as ardent of a fan of music, film, photography, literature, and history, as well as countless other fields of study. In addition to beer, I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge - I'd like to think I possess a natural inquisitiveness about our universe and the people, places, and things that make it turn.
I figure I could either keep beating myself up for not getting back to writing, or I could forgive myself because I know deep down in my heart that this is what I'm meant to do. I don't care if that sounds cliché - I love clichés, goddamnit, and I love quotes, even the cheesy ones. The written word just has a way to inspire me like nothing else can. Here's one I find especially poignant:
"The two most important days of your life are the day you are born, and the day you find out why." - Twain
May 16th, 1994 was a pretty good day for me. I think January 1st, 2021 will be too. And why not every day after that? I believe happiness is a conscious choice we make every day, and I will choose to be happy. I'm doing this blog for me and me alone. I'm going to write about whatever I feel like writing about, and I'm not going to judge myself for it. Wherever that journey takes me, I'm happy to be along for the ride. So...here's to not waiting 847 days to do something ever again!
- Espo
P.S.
"I've got a feeling twenty-one
is gonna be a good year"
-1921, The Who