And again... 1.5

Brain Dump 1.5
What happens when you keep diggin, but keep leaving just enough time to dig?
And is it really just enough, or just enough to not all the way down there?
Why do this, we write, why unload when there are dishes to do, prep work to do, organizing to do, just why?
I don’t get paid to write, but is it a dream to? Yes. What does that look like? Am I writing about health, am I tracking my own journey to internal and external movement perfection? Am I digging deeper and building people a picture of one persons journey to identifying physical health as the universal starting point for future success? What makes me feel that way, what is the evidence?
I see it and feel it everywhere. I know in my heart of hearts that a change in our philosophical and cultural approach to human physiology and movement would change the dynamics of our world.
SO perhaps that is why I will continue to write, to find different ways to express, convey and explain what brought me here, what my journey looked like and looks like.
I imagine myself with a regular column discussing things health and wellness related in the context of efficacy and enjoyment.
I imagine myself with my completed booklet in hand at my speaking engagements providing subtle support to those that want to take the next step.
I imagine writing articles and giving interviews on topics from flu prevention to stress management, cardio and strength training tricks and generally for the love of expressing myself and my thoughts.
I imagine providing opportunities for experts in the movement sciences and medicines to learn, grow an evolve by interacting and collaborating towards imagining new ways we can help people move toward their dreams and goals both daily and beyond.
Perhaps I dig to dig, to challenge my self to go beyond.
The first obstacle is always doubt for me when I sit up and breath- I pause for flashes of doubt. I fade of topic after those moments it seems… as protection, as habit, I don’t know. The doubt is that people will be interested in my perspective, my story, or at least doubt that this format of disseminating it may not be worth my time.
The doubt hangs as I try to move past it, like a bad smell to use the overused simile, and as I dig deeper I feel like I’ve reached another quicksandish point. Reality.
To put it into words (the whole idea behind writing) I feel my message and so many of my thoughts hang on present reality. I feel an urge to dig into the past realities I have lived to better connect with myself and my audience a kind of “Biography before you know me, and I get famous, and you doubt the truth of it all”.
This is not easy. Life is never perfect for anyone, but the beauty of writing a biography when you’re old is that many people that are involved are either dead, or well past caring. Will there be truths that will shake my confidence, not possibly I cry! They have taken me here and here is where my 15 minutes of dumping ends.