¡Hola! And welcome to week 3. I’ve always said that this is the period when I begin to struggle with anything I am attempting. This has very much been in the back of my mind all week. I had most certainly not kept 100% to what I have set myself. My mind has been clouded with a reasonable amount of self doubt. Those creeping feelings of failure are sneaking their way back in.
So my second Sunday of #24weeks has rolled around much faster than I thought it would. I have not touched a thing from my ditch list and I am actually quite proud of myself. Continued success is spurring me on to do more. Perhaps I’ve finally found a method for changing aspects of my life without getting completely overwhelmed by it all,giving up and succumbing to that familiar cold feeling of failure and guilt for not trying harder. So on wards and upwards. To the next step!
Where Has Jon Gone. It’s admittedly a strange name for a blog. It came about from my habitual need to wander off and explore everything; for fear of missing out on something, on anything. It’s probably the most commonly asked question about me; and although this is primarily a travel blog I guess it is also a story about my life in some ways. A very good slice of which has been bogged down by my mental demons; and this post is about just that. I felt it was time to get some truths that are hidden deep in the shadowy recesses of my mind out into the open and into the light. These thoughts are locked up in a place I’ve rarely let anyone into. They’ve peered; but they have certainly never crossed the threshold.