9/365: The beauty of not knowing

Just thirty seconds ago I had the thought that I must do my blog for the day. 

"I'm not sure what I am going to write about," I thought. "But there is a kind of unique beauty in the fact that shortly I will have written something, which thirty seconds ago did not exist and I had no idea I would write about it."

And voila, here we are. So I guess today's post is about the beauty of not knowing what I will write about and perhaps even the beauty of not being certain of anything at all. To me, it just shows that ideas can become realities very quickly if we just put our minds to it. The simple act of writing puts my words onto this blog in the space of minutes. An insight into my mind at this particular moment on this particular day, forever etched in history. 

If anything, it proves to myself that I can do it. For so long the plague of "writers block" has torn me apart when I've sat down to write about my own experiences. This blog is about overcoming that. It's about forcing myself to write about the mundane realities of day to day life, as well as the interesting. My writings in years prior have been based on some of the best and unique moments of my life - my book An Albanian Adventure was about an incredible six-week trip to the country. It was a new 

And now, regardless of how many countries I travel to or places I see, the experiences are unique, but they are not always new, if that makes sense. And now I must learn that doing unique things must not be the basis for my writing, but writing well about the experiences I have, as mundane as some might be. 

Anthony Bourdain might be the best example of this. Any tourist could write about sitting on a plastic stool in Vietnam while eating a delicious meal, but only Bourdain could bring out the feeling that brings through his writing. Only Bourdain could make you smell that smell, taste that taste, and make you feel human again when reading it.