I haven’t been reading much the past few days and for someone used to mild (25°C being the top) summers in my childhood, 35°C feels like a hell. It brings some challenges to my hobbies – and I’ll share some of them.Continue reading
I’ve seen it a few times. People saying that ‘writing for yourself’ is a myth, nonsense, horrible lie… and any other such words including countless variations on lying to yourself and unpleasant truth.
Are they right, though? Not completely, I’d say.
This summer was so hot that it made me put most of my outside activities on hold (hence why I haven’t made a hiking post in a long while) and instead focus on reading and writing. I decided I might look back on it in a short version.
Some habits die hard, I guess. Some return. This will be a post about one of them: how I found reading before sleep appealing now in my late twenties and some retrospective on that matter, including my reading habits and some inspiration.
If there’s something that hiking helps me much with, it’s my health. The amount of hiking I did was growing progressively. In my late teens, I was at 10 hikes per year and total around 200km. These days, I am (depending on several factors) somewhere between 30-40 hikes per year and 700-1000km walked during those. And over the last 10 years, my health gradually improved. I’ll try to have a look back and share how much.
It might be quite strange jumble as my blog is partly about reading books, partly about hiking and partly about writing. It might seem that this trio does not come together that much. Yet, for me, it does. In this post, I will share how.