Saturday, May 22, 2010

Arriving In Madrid

The hardest thing about going out by yourself in Europe is that you have to wait until 1 a.m. just to get out the door. As if anxiety doesn't weasel itself into the mental turpitude of my being every minute, but in this situation it is able to amalgamate into this impenetrable fence of doubt. But I shall, said Jesus as he did something in the bible. Regardless, I am beyond ecstatic to go out tonight and see the sights. I have a been here since 7 a.m. this morning and have already accomplished a lot of tasks. It is interesting, and some friends have found it to be particularly characteristic of my personality, but traveling pushes me further than any other stimulant. Something about the severe fear of missing out that I have, self-diagnosed of course, but it ignites this trick birthday candle of motivation under me that cannot be extinguished.

I allowed myself the luxury of having one night in a good hotel room and bed in order to start my trip with a clean body, clean mind and clean slate. It is a little ironic how, in about 12 hours, that body will become tarnished with sweat and smoke, that mind will be polluted with guilt and shame and that slate will be vandalized with indiscretion and impurity with the night streets of Madrid. I would not have it any other way.

I am pretty much all set for my week off before I start work on June 1st. I am going to have some visitors for a few days and have the rest of the week to get my sea legs and gather my madrileƱo wits about me, which will be a good way to get any distractions out of my system. This job is crucial, the pivotal fulcrum of responsibility that must tip towards my future. The very second it begins to teeter back into the cave of insurmountable failure, I will push and I will overcome.

This blog is for me, this blog is for the office worker, this blog is for expanding horizons the way I know how, without a net. This will document the journey of how one person, unidentifiable and out of place, attempts to shed the skin of abhorred anonymity and wade in the effervescent tide of assimilation.

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  1. “In his pursuit of the dream, he was being constantly subjected to tests of his persistence and courage. So he could not be hasty, nor impatient. If he pushed forward impulsively, he would fail to see the signs and omens left by God along his path.” The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho