Welcome to my holistic attempt at Gonzo Journalism. Movement, nutrition, psychedelics, dating, you name it, I’ll do it. I experiment my way through life, in order to build new habits, break old habits, and probably fail at some along the way. I’m most likely to entertain or appall you as I bring the process to life. So why 30 days? well, 66 days was too much of a commitment and it just did not sound lekker.
Could you have done these yourself? Probably. But you didn’t, did you? You might in the future though…Reed em and weep, or at least smirk or cringe, as one of these experiments may have sparked your interest. Happy reading.
In hindsight completely unprepared but wholeheartedly, I started freelancing. I quit my job mid-pandemic and found myself without a steady income in between lockdowns. While ignoring my internal dialogue nagging me about my new insecure reality, project 30-day habit was born, and remained unpublished for another two years...
I did finally start chasing autonomy. Time to release those bottled up hopes and dreams of being a writer, and go make it happen.
As an aspiring writer, and now a full time pilates and barre instructor, words had to come to me, and fast. Whilst my novels are stuck at the procrastination-station for the foreseeable future, my current writing takes place in the real world.
“Write what you know”
With that quote hemorrhaging my brain, I had to control myself not to crawl back to my old day job. What did I even know? Besides the whole self-help character-building part of life, not that much.
What should my late-twenties privileged persona be writing about? Would I go full Carrie Bradshaw with my degree in Fashion? Oh man, I’m f*cked.
Not a bad call to write about dating though, however, to write about dating, one must be dating. And what format would it use? Would I have to start a blog? 🥲
Somewhere down the path of obsessive self-help, my brain had registered that it takes about 60 days to form a new habit. My maths figured 30 days would be good to gauge if I could, would, or should keep going.
Now what besides Fashion do I know? I needed something else, something interesting or a little crazy, probably both. I remembered an article about microdosing in Silicon Valley that piqued my interest.
So, deep down the rabbit hole of microdosing, I went. To my surprise, there wasn’t even that much. I found a few articles here and there, but not the number of guides, healers, coaches, and organizations Google vomits up today as soon as you hit search.
I read about the effects microdosing could have on creativity, mood, and opening the mind to new possibilities. I was in. Microdoses weren’t as accessible as they are now, so I figured I might as well go and make my own, farm-to-table kind of thing.
‘30 Days Of Microdosing With Homegrown Mushrooms’ turned out to be a bit of a mission. These farm to table shrooms were worth it in the end, as I now and forever will be able to grow a pair.
Oh my, I still have your attention hey? I’m impressed. The next experiment would have to be slightly more outrageous, or at least entertaining for the outside world. What else could I write about?
I was in my fit and -dont-mess-with-me girl era. No manipulative employer and all this “freedom”, read 3 weeks of saved-up holidays at a time when all indoor activities are still banned and hospitality is closed. I had been happily single for a while now, dating hadn’t been a priority, could this be something? And before I knew it Mission 30 Dates in 30 days was a go. Seemed like a good idea at the time, what could go wrong? -> Read and weep.
While my writing was stuck in procrastination mode for a good two years, the experiments were not. 30 Days no Sugar, 30 Days no coffee, 30 Days Sober and 30 Days of Surfing are coming soon. My 30 to-do list has exponentially expanded and I’m a little scared of what’s to come, but always feel free to send a challenge my way. If only had I expanded my portfolio with decent stocks or crypto, but life experiments are my currency for now.
If you’ve made it this far, I’m impressed, quick shout out to the parents, friends and therapist who I could not have done it without.
