Day 100: 100 Days

I am writing today on the 100th day of writing in the blog of The Jeremy Eaton. I have learned so much by adding this daily reflection into my life. I have learned that people in Garden Grove love my blog. I have went through all the feelings of wanting to give up and stop writing. I have procrastinated until right before I go to bed sometimes to write. Keeping this simple everyday task has already changed my views on being committed to something.

Since the self is a duty, I have been treating this writing as such. I still can’t believe that it’s been 100 days. Over three months ago, I had this blog but had no desire to use it. I have really no expectation out of writing this except that one day I will be able to look back and reflect on how far I have come. I will be able to look at all the trails and errors that I took along the way. What was not funny may become hysterical and what was once sad may be happy.

I am feeling more independent lately. I don’t feel like working in groups on things. I have also found myself missing home. More than anything, I miss my mom. I have been taking care of the pups during their time of injury. I feel like I need to start writing more about asanas, pranayama and meditation but regurgitating information that can be found on thousands of sites seems completely mundane.

I have started building my course materials so that I can start a teachers training as soon as I move back to the states. At this rate, the money I make off of that could be for a move to Puerto Rico. I am very ‘up in the air’ about what I actually want to do because there are so many different possibilities for me to choose from. With my new idea of creating a yoga school, I have been dreaming about this life where I work two months and take two months off. This is very exciting to me.

Celebrating these 100 days isn’t a celebration, it’s a reflection. A reflection of trying to figure all of this out. Trying to figure out my feelings and observing some of the behavior I have exhibited over the past three months. Writing feels less like a chore and more like a duty to myself. I am excited for the adventure that awaits.