This one’s pretty much just going to be an unadulterated (stay away, word-probability machine!) stream of thought that’s been on my mind lately. I’ve increasingly been feeling that I spend much of my free hours consuming things (ideas, art, knowledge, food?) rather than creating them. On some especially tiring days, I feel like that might be okay. Why wouldn’t I want to rest after a long day? But on other days, where I’ve forced myself to just sit and do something, I end up feeling fulfilment rather than the notion that I’ve spent enough time awake to finally justify sleeping. While I do not align to the idea that every waking hour needs to be spent doing something productive, I do think it is a worthy pursuit.

While I’m absolutely someone who finds great joy in finishing every side quest in a game, this post unfortunately isn’t about video games. One of the most satisfying feelings in life is when you’re able to solve a problem that you have in life by yourself (and a bit of internet research, of course), be that repairing some tech, designing a CAD model that fits perfectly into some nook, or even just turning something off and on again.

I started off this year with a bunch of goals. Not sure if this is just me slowly entering my quarter-life crisis, but I’ve been trying to (re)discover hobbies, find out things about myself and just do some soul-searching in general. While I might’ve given up on a bunch of these (RIP the dusty guitar in the corner of my room), the one goal I can say that I’m satisfied with has been one to travel. I believe I’ve been to more places this year than any other year of my life.