It's been a long time -too long if you ask me- since I've paid a visit to my old stomping grounds of yester-year (2011). I'm writing for a couple of reasons. First of all, I'm writing to you to say hello, "Hello there, It's been a while. I hope you're doing well, you look lovely today." Check.
Also, I am writing because I can't help but feel like there is some unfinished business that I should tend to, both for myself and for those of you kind enough to stop by. I am very proud and thankful for this little project of mine, but recently this inconclusive feeling has really started to bug me. The project was great, in fact, I think it's exactly what I needed. Never in my life was I so excited. Excited to go out and try something, or to simply try to try something. No longer did errands and chores clutter my life, for while I submerged myself in this project and this blog, all I could see were opportunities and chances to experience life in a genuinely novel way. I wasn't forced to try new things, rather, I was allowed (or maybe more accurately; given an excuse) to pursue anything. And I did not let my license to experience "any and all" go to waste. With it I traveled thousands of miles throughout the South-West, met some incredibly lovely people (many of whom I still keep close), and tested my commitment and comfort-zone in some very uncomfortable and awkward situations. New found lessons, skills and anecdotes flooded my repertoire, from the trivial to the life-saving. I mean seriously, do you think I was the kind of guy who would use repertoire in a sentence before this blog came about? I owe the project immensely for improving virtually every facet of my life.
This little project gained a lot of momentum and potential, not to mention notoriety. All of the attention and positive things that have come from this resolution of mine are something that I'm really proud of. They're accomplishments that I could not (and lets be honest, would not) have even deemed worthy of attempting not too long ago. But here's the problem. Recently, It's become clear that allowing myself to leave this project in a state of stale and inconclusive unrest would be a great injustice and a flat out waste. What. A. Shame. The Kyle from Day 366 wouldn't allow that shit, not for a second. And I've decided that that's the kind of Kyle that I am and, and also, the kind of Kyle I plan on continuing to be. Basically what I'm saying is, I'm not done with this project. The structure may not be as strict, but you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm more than ready to try some things that I'll surely regret!
Day 367? Nah, more like challenge 367. With all that said, I'd like to introduce you to my blog. A humble little place where I document the improvised bucket list of my life. Challenge 367 is on its way.
My name is Kyle Garlock, and I'm done half-assing and double-taking.
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