Thursday, July 11, 2013

It All Starts with a Dream

I’ve been struggling a little bit with what I should do with this new blog. Honestly, when I first started the blog about Moscow I had only intended for it to be a way for my parents to know I was still alive, but I received a lot of positive feedback, and really enjoyed writing it, so I’m going to try and start something new here. The real trouble is that I don’t have any idea of what I would actually like to write about. With my last blog I started out just chronicling my weeks in Moscow very literally, and it turned into something much larger, and more interesting in my opinion, by the time I hit the “Boots” article. I want to aim more for that “Boots” standard, and eventually surpass it, but that may take me some time, so I hope you will all stick with me here.
To anyone who hasn’t read my Moscow blog, I strongly encourage you to do so, because it is the spring board for almost everything that I plan on writing about for now, and I hope I won’t be rehashing it too much here, so if you’re feeling lost, go read my other blog real quick to get your bearings.

Here’s a link for it: http://tylerjonesinmoscow.blogspot.com/

But now for something new….

            During the holiday break between my two semesters in Moscow I went traveling around Europe with my friend Anton for 40 days. During a stop in Florence I bought myself a small, leather bound journal to write in, because I thought that the writing in something more physical than a word document would encourage me to write more often. It’s really not much of anything special. Just a brown leather book, filled with artificially yellowed pages, left blank to be filled with whatever passing fancy I have. Currently it has drawings, recollections of some of the better nights on our trip, as well as my close brush with death on a scooter in Italy, and my thoughts on broader topics like art and national identity. At some point I might transcribe those entries onto this blog, but that’s not why I brought up my notebook in the first place.
 The whole trip that brought me into one of a million identical souvenir shops in Florence started out as a crazy dream, something we kept talking about, but I’m not sure that either Anton, or I, really believed would happen until we bought our first set of tickets out of Moscow. After I had been back in Moscow for some time, I had an epiphany playing with LEGOs, and realized I had totally lost my sense of child like creativity. I had forgotten what it was like to forget about what people tell you is possible, and to work towards my own goals, however crazy they may seem. I made a list for myself of things I would do if time, money, and my personal skill set weren’t an issue, and it only seemed fitting to write them down in that little book that had come into my possession on an amazing trip that started as idle talk in a Moscow dormitory. Every day I was feeling lost in life, I would flip through that list, and remind myself how I was working towards those goals to help give myself some direction again.
Last week I completed the first of those goals I wrote down in Moscow, almost without realizing it. I benched over 100% of my body weight for the first time in my life, and didn’t even think about what I had just done until I had walked away from the bench. I know for some people that is not a whole lot, but for me that was a huge deal.
 Growing up I was one of those kids who was chosen last when teams were being picked, and usually just did my best to stay out of the way during sports. I reached an all time low my freshman year of college, and really began to despise myself for being such a slob. At the end of what was a fairly unhappy start to college for me I began looking for a job, and a place to live. I was lucky enough to have a friend who was able to help me out with both, and I started working on a ranch out in Sedalia. The physical labor helped to start getting me into shape, and kick started a change in my mentality that allowed me to start taking some responsibility for my health, and pushed me to try to be more active.
One of the milestones I set for myself at the end of that summer between my first and second years of college was to be able to bench my own body weight, and I can now finally say that I am able to do just that. If I had told my freshman self that, he probably would have said that sounded nice, and started feeling sorry for himself for not being able to do it that very moment. I’m proud to say I’m not that person anymore, and that I was willing to put in the time to reach that goal, and to start getting into better shape.
Most of my goals are not health related, this one just happened to be the first one that I can cross off my list. The point I really want to make though is that there was a time that I thought benching my own body weight was something far out of my grasps, and too crazy to even pursue, but I did it.
One of the most common issues that I’ve run into since getting home, and even to some extent while I was abroad, was that no one my age has a clue what they’re doing, or why they are doing whatever it is they are doing currently. I think as a generation we feel lost in life, but we don’t see the beauty of that feeling. One of the most terrifying moments for me abroad was realizing that everything I thought I had wanted after college really wasn’t for me, and I felt adrift. I wasn’t sure why I was even in Moscow, or why I had chosen to get a degree in international relations or Russian in the first place. I had no direction, and at first that was very painful for me, but I came to realize something very important during that time: If my goal was to work hard to become something I didn’t want to be, what was the point of it anyway? I went back to that list of crazy dreams I wrote down in that little leather notebook, and I started to think, if these are the things I want in life, then why am I not working towards these instead?
            I had asked myself this before, but had told myself that the things I had written down were too far-flung, and too out of sync with what I was working towards already. For some reason I allowed that to be a valid excuse for not trying to achieve them at all, but then the beauty of that lost feeling hit me. Not being tied down to one goal freed me to do anything at all. I used to be afraid of that lost feeling. I used to let it swallow me whole, and paralyze me with indecision, but then I saw that I could chase any wild dream I wanted. For me, the first one of those wild dreams just happened to involve a bench press.
            To all my friends who I know are feeling lost; I just want you to know you’re not alone in that feeling. I also want you to know that not knowing what you’re doing does not need to be a bad thing. Try to remember the daydreams you brushed aside for being too unrealistic, and ask yourself what it would take to realize those half-baked thoughts. Ask yourself what is one thing you’ve always wanted to do, but were too embarrassed to try, and give it a shot (for me it’s dancing). You don’t need to be afraid of not having that sense of direction; you just need to prevent yourself from being idle. Throw yourself into anything, and everything new that crosses your path. Start taking little steps towards the impossible, and soon you’ll see it’s well within your reach.
            I have over 50 more things in that little notebook to cross off still, but my main focus right now is to find a profession for myself that I could see myself enjoying for the next 30 years. I had an idea for a business I thought I might like to start, but it was so vague it didn’t really have any legs to stand on. The more I talk to people though, the more I refine it, and I’m beginning to think it might not be that crazy at all.
            I think deep down, we all know what we really want, we’re just too afraid to fail to really go for it. I know I’m guilty of that at least. I hope that some day soon I’ll be able to fight for my goals without fear of failing though, and I want to help other people do the same. That’s going to be the real goal of this blog, I think. I want to keep track of myself as I try to achieve all those wild, seemingly impossible dreams. I want to write down what the failures and successes felt like, and I want to inspire everyone who reads this to do the same.