It’s strange, I always have so much to say when out in some coffee shop, sitting at a window looking out into the streets, watching all the people passing by. I think, “Ya’ know, I should start a blog, I have so much I want to say about my personal struggle, about health, how to find that inner motivation, this experience of life…” And  then here I am, and it’s just strange. Maybe it’s performance anxiety I’m experiencing. I’ll be honest, this must be my double digit attempt at starting some sort of blog platform. And every other time I’ve made a single post, usually something melancholy and reaching for wisdom in the mundane adolescence we have all experienced, then after its published I get nervous and uncertain and my words feel empty. Post. Read. Re-read. Edit. Edit again. Edit some more. Eh, delete post. Re-post something similar but better said. Edit. Edit again. Edit some more. Delete post. Obsess. Obsess some more. Delete blog. I guess this is exactly where I should start, this very thing I have struggled with my entire life: self-confidence. Uncertainty. Aimlessness. The feelings of desire, passion, curiosity and enthusiasm have always been there, but what’s missing? Why do I always feel like I’m just spinning my wheels in the mud? These questions are the ones worth answering, worth hashing out on a blog where others can stumble upon it and feel a sense of connectivity and maybe even motivation to answer these questions for themselves. There is some comfort in knowing that I am not–we are not, the only ones to feel this way. This blog is a space where I will try and answer these questions for myself and offer perspective from a very small corner in the Pacific Northwest of the United States. This is the beginning of my official and permanent blog journey…