Just Do It.

College was a funny time. I laughed more than ever before. From the 4 am nights to the massive 6 pm hangover sleeps, I’ve never had more fun or as beautiful of friends. Long walks up and down the hill meeting new people, working new jobs every four months for that delicious dispensable beer money. Live music, long drives, huge talks, small problems. The memories alone could occupy wall street. Now, I’ve graduated. My diploma will arrive any day. What next?

I’m sure many of you are sitting, slouching, elbow in palm, finger on track pad, scrolling your way through summer. ‘Purgatory chill’ is what we’d call it. Waiting for life’s next. Professionally-crastinating the dive into the river of life. A conversation that holds value in its intellectualism only because you need to be somewhere else, doing the next assignment, making progress. Always pushed forward.

Well here I am, propelled by my disdain for the purgatory chill. As I loved it it college, with my bright and lazy friends, I hate it here with my loving and irksome parents, on their couch, in their living room. Enough limbo.

So you’re on a blog site where people write articles to self promote and provoke thought and present their content. I am too. Writing has always held this special strong status in my mind. We drop words together like blocks in tetris, forever waiting for the long one to pop up, tying the puzzle together. But in the meantime you don’t wait around, letting the other misshapen blocks pile up. You stack them. Connect them. Make the best out of the jagged edges of life. So here. Listen.

This post, here, is a self promotion. I believe in my ability to provoke thought in others through words that represent my own thoughts. But even more, I believe you can do the same. Yep yep. So long as you toss away the pointless reddit posts, the clickity scroll drool netflix sleep, and get up. Up and type the shit outta whatever you have to say. Flowers, race cars, carpentry, how much you hate The Don, how much you love ice cream and sex, something you’ve learned, prose, poetry, anything! Listen to the marketing team at Nike, or Shia LaBeouf and JUST DO IT!

I am not editing this. Probably should, right? But I don’t want to right now. Hesitation, because you don’t want to put out an inferior article ‘it has to be perfect’, is paralyzing. Get out there, fuck up, cry about it (or don’t), and go back and get ‘em! An urge to write will inevitably take you, and as a writer you are pulled by it. Gravity in your pen, laptop, typewriter. It pulls on the tips of your fingers. What should I say? You already know. What if people don’t like it? Somebody will. How do I find my voice? I don’t care. All of these questions are paralytic purgatory chill tricks that you are playing on yourself. Just write.

I found in college love for my friends, for my freedom. But now that the curtains are closed and my eyes are wide open, I know another love. Writing. About what hardly matters, being honest. Right now, I am talking about humanity, using my beliefs and predispositions to discuss what I think makes us ape-like things tick. Politics, philosophy, hobbies, and literature. Great thinkers inspire me. They keep me going. Forwards.

So write now. Escape the monotonous rock and hill struggle. Put purgatory chill behind you and… Just do it.