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Clear and concise

When it comes to the ability to be clear and concise, some people are born with it and some people are me.

I’ve never been the most straightforward.

Instead of getting to the point, my point usually arrives within the last 5% of any conversation, which means I (usually) have to fumble my way through logic and reasoning until I, after thinking out loud, can put two and two together.

I’m not exactly sure why I’ve always been this way, but it’s something I actively try to improve upon.

Speaking of improving, I can confidently say that writing has made the single greatest difference in becoming more clear and concise.

I’ve been writing (almost) every day for over three years now, and I’ve realized something interesting - Communicating with others has become easier because I’ve already had many of the conversations beforehand with myself.

Thanks to this unexpected side effect, I’ve already thought about many of the responses I give. It doesn’t mean they’re polished and contrived - they’re just a little more clear and thought out.

This is one of the biggest reasons why I urge other people to consider writing, even if no one else will ever read the words they write in a journal.

Sick and tired

When I woke up this morning, I knew it was going to be one of those days.

You know, the kind of day when you have zero energy and the only thing you can focus on is how much your head and throat hurt.

Thanks to what I can only imagine is a killer sinus headache, I spent most of the morning in bed, only getting up to eventually switch to the couch.

I dozed in and out of consciousness, barely paying attention to what was on TV.

After some much-needed rest and tea, I finally felt well enough to sit down and write.

As you may have noticed, it's almost 5 PM.

Today, my routine isn't my morning routine - it's more of a late afternoon routine.

And you know what? That's OK.

Life happens and we can only do our best to roll with the punches.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for more tea...

Move forward

After a long weekend of celebrating, all I want is my journal and a cup of coffee.

It was so much fun spending time with friends, both old and new, but I'm finally ready to settle back in and move forward.

Move forward with my work by getting started on a new client project while also updating my portfolio of case studies.

Move forward with my writing by finishing and launch my guide to getting started on Medium while also wrapping up the first draft of my book.

Move forward with my health by creating a realistic workout schedule while also changing my diet.

Move forward with my relationships by setting up more one-on-one time with friends over coffee.

The only way to move forward is to make conscious decisions.

Otherwise, you're probably moving backward.

My first hangover in my thirties

Hangovers in your thirties are no joke.

After celebrating my birthday last night, I feel pretty useless.

I can tell today is one of those days where I will be confined to a couch for the foreseeable future.

Usually, I would be pretty hard on myself, but today, I'm giving myself one free pass. After all, this is no longer the rule - it's the exception.

I've always been the type of person to go out, stay up late, and not really think ahead.

However, in my wise old age of 30, I'm learning how to look a little further ahead and turn my ambitions into tangible steps. Hangovers are becoming rarer and instead of headaches and moaning, my mornings are filled with coffee and writing.

For now, I'll embrace my cushy couch confinement and start my long road to recovery.

New journal

Today, I bought a new journal.

I'm saying goodbye to 4+ years of fluid thoughts, lofty goals, and tangible steps.

I might be overreacting but, in my mind, a new journal is a blank slate that allows me to redefine myself while starting anew.

Sure, no one else will probably ever read my journal, but that doesn't matter. I will.

Writing on a new page makes me feel as if anything is possible.

My new journal could very well hold what might be my the beginnings of my masterpiece. Or, it might simply help in removing myself as an obstacle.

Either way, it will play an important role in who I eventually become.

It will help me experiment with new ideas, capture new insight, and try new things.

As much as I hate to admit, I'm not as daring as I would like to be.

Moving forward, I want to be uncomfortable, learn from others who are different, and start pursuing the life I want.

Eventually, I want this new journal to be filled with reflections of a life well-lived instead of aspirations of what could be.