A start…
Three and a half years is a long time to talk yourself out of something
Lorne is a quaint beach town midway down Victoria’s Great Ocean Road. It’s where this started, three and a half years ago. Hence, the problem: procrastination, a lack of belief, a gap between having something to say and actually saying it.
I asked my then partner, “If I started writing about my experiences, my life so far, cricket, and just being, do you think anyone will give a shit, and would anyone read along? And do you think by sharing, I could help people in their own journey?”
She was always patient and considered. "Sure. But to know, you have to make a start."
Becca had known me long enough to be frustrated by my consistent lack of belief and hesitation. We agreed journaling might be a way to start. That morphed into a live journal. And now this—a commitment—’a different sober.’
Three and a half years is too long, I know this space well—the internal negotiation, the reasons not to, the comfortable silence of stockpiling thoughts. Enough.
So here we are. Day one. Not because I’m ready—but because Lorne was three and a half years ago and life looks very different now. Thanks for being here.
365 days. One post. Every day. Let’s go.
Nick
Links:
https://visitgreatoceanroad.org.au/towns-and-villages/lorne/
Some Lorne photos
👍coffee?