Getting my baht in gear

I’ve transitioned into city life after a week in the jungle (not quite long enough to emerge feral). I now live in a hotel room and consume such luxurious goods as ice cream from the 7/11 and fancy coffee drinks from nearby cafés (my rationale is that a comfortable and “well-fed” or gluttonous version of me is the most productive while training).

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Better run through the jungle

“It is better by noble boldness to run the risk of being subject to half the evils we anticipate than to remain in cowardly listlessness for fear of what might happen.” (Herodotus, 485-425 BC)

My experience in Newfoundland over the past few years has inspired mixed feelings: on one hand, I’ve cultivated some wonderful friendships here. I’m truly grateful to be surrounded by kind, caring individuals, and I’m very lucky for the opportunities I’ve been given. However, I don’t feel like I’m hyperbolizing when I say that St. John’s has sucked the life out of me. I acknowledge that several stressful events, which I won’t delve into, have contributed to my current state of being; this state is difficult to define, but it could adequately be described by a combination of the words “meh” and “fuck this shit” (profanity is necessary to properly convey my feelings, I assure you).

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