A while ago I watched a TED video on Thirty Day Challenges (http://www.ted.com/talks/matt_cutts_try_something_new_for_30_days.html), and I have been doing them since. I, originally, cut off of sugar and meat as a thirty day challenge, though it has persisted far longer than a month. Last month I took two on at once: Never lie (If one slips out, correct it immediately) and never use sarcasm. It was a tough month for me, you may be surprised how much you tend to lie in a day )especially if you happen to be a high school student that has to explain why you don't have your homework done).
This month however I have started a new challenge for myself: Make everyday a story for tomorrow.
What that means is that by tomorrow of everyday to come I have to have a story (a worthwhile one, mind you) about the previous day. By the end of the month I should have a collection of thirty stories/adventures each different from the last. Today was a good day. I went for a hike alone in the woods, stumbled across a baby bobcat to whom I bowed upon meeting and wished him a good, healthy life, discovered a collection of four portraits hung on trees in the middle of no where (art displayed for nature and only those lucky enough to stumble across them), and I ran two miles down hill, which at one point happened to be through a group of (at the time of my passing) annoyed wild turkeys. (I apologize for that huge run-on sentence)
I was wondering if any of you do something similar to challenge yourselves?
Well, story wise, school seems to be interfering with that. At the moment I'm making due with new/awesome experiences. Earlier this night I meditated in an ice bath for a little too long and started developing frostbite on my fingers.
This weekend I'm going camping/trespassing up in some mountains with some friends. No trail. No parents. The weather forecast says it will snow, so the others are worried about that. I'm thinking it will make for an even more exciting adventure.
I used to lie a lot when I was a kid. I wasn't intent on deceiving people, but for some reason I would just tell made up stories. They weren't even fantastic stories, they were just things that hadn't happened. I really have no idea why I did it.
One day I was hanging out with my friend Ryan and his family. We had just gone to a movie and were driving back to his house. Right as we were driving down his street I told a story to everyone in the car. I don't remember the story, but I remember it had something to do with cabinets. Hey, it was a long time ago.
Ryan's mother innocently asked a question that began with, "Wait... if you did that, then how could you have..."
Genre: science fiction
My name is Shaun McDaniels. I used to be a proud lieutenant in the US military, back when we had one. Now I am just one more prisoner in a concentration camp looking into the night, waiting for my last sunrise.
I am about to be executed for my participation in the greatest social crime ever committed in the US. Greater than slavery, greater than the mostly accidental genocide of the Native Americans, an atrocity perpetrated with malice and considerable forethought.
Sitting in my cell for the past year, I might even consider the entire event to have been psychologically created with this as the end result. As a prisoner I have a lot of time on my hands, conspiracy theories abound.