First Marker on the Roadmap

If there is an end of the road, then there is always a beginning. What would that be? the driveway? Then I guess, you could call this the driveway. Peeking onto the road and seeing a sliver of what might be ahead. This driveway is made out of cobblestone. Its a bumpy ride until you reach the concrete of the road.

There are many places from where you can oversee more of the road, whether from the rooftop of the garage or the first floor window of the house, but in the driveway you are closer to the road, you feel the rumbling and vibrations when people pass by like a pulse that proves the road is alive. But you can also see the many furrows and grooves etched into the driveway and uneven stones, that hinder your journey.

It’s autumn and the pavement is filled with soggy yellow and brownish maple leaves and puddles. It’s foggy, but you can see pigeons and ravens and the occasional squirrel speeding below the parked cars and onto the next tree. Even if its calm and quiet, I can hear the swishing of traffic from my window.

I am writing this as I am working on my hobby projects. I have been working on Bookjournal for over a year now and on Geistesblitz for around half a year. Both projects emerged from my private life and private goals. My passion for reading that I developed over the last couple of years and the urge to organize it somehow inspired the idea for Bookjournal and my intrigue for bulletjournaling and my need for developing better habits resulted in Geistesblitz.

I think it’s time. Not only time to spend more time in the garage, but also time to rollout some of my shiny toys into the driveway.