|mom's photo from the back of the train|
In the past 10 days since I’ve been home I have:
· Attended my 5-year college reunion – a three-day extravaganza at Hamilton College in upstate NY
· Spent approximately 10 hours searching for jobs and writing cover letters
· Caught up on all the TIME magazines I failed to read since January
· Worked for about 15 hours on freelance assignments I neglected during the 20-day trip
· Sat for over an hour getting a suntan (aka burn) on my legs at the pool
What I have not added to this list, because I have not done it, is anything with the hours and hours of audio and video clips I recorded while traveling cross-country.
I wanted to give myself time to reflect on the experience, but the more time I take to reflect, the more the memories start to fade at the edges. My mom and I both journaled extensively while traveling, and the audio/video will, hopefully, jog my memory.
But the more I wait, the more this seems like a daunting, insurmountable task. What was I thinking when I took on this project…when I designed this project myself??
The thing is, this is the same feeling I have before starting any writing project, no matter what the scale. The anticipation leading up to sitting down at my computer and writing or organizing notes or delving into any part of the process seems impossible until I actually sit down and do it.
And then I fall into an almost meditative state and just get it done. And I love every minute of it.
Writing this post is my first step towards getting it done.
Tomorrow, I will begin to transcribe interviews – after I complete my first day of summer classes.