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I mentioned to myself in my paper journal today, that I only seem to find the time to write about things, when they aren't happening. When exciting events are swirling around my head, who has the time to sit down, think about them, and commit them to pen and paper, keyboard and computer screen? Not me, it seems.
Things are in a lull, just now. And that's fine too, really. I don't mind doing nothing, to a point. Or, perhaps I have a different idea of nothing.
I have no issue with spending most of the afternoon sitting in the library, reading graphic novels. Technically, I didn't do anything, and yet, I still consider my time well spent. I am becoming aware, however, that perhaps I am in the minority. People often seem anxious to spend their time doing things that are deemed "productive", a title which they themselves usually didn't apply to the activity. I mean, why do you consider something to be "productive", in the first place? Sure, sometimes it truly is (cooking a meal, so you can eat good food), but often, it's "productive" because it's considered to be, or because you were told it is. The only reason sitting in a field all day isn't productive, while sitting in your office working is, is because you've been told you need to get that report done, get that paycheque, so you can get that house.
(I am finding flaws with that reasoning even as I type it out, but I think it still holds a fair amount of truth, thus, I shall not edit.)
Winter is mostly dead, and I'm excited. Also, extremely antsy. I really want to go somewhere. On a trip, explore a bit more of this country I choose to live in. Make my way to one coast or the other, cheaply or for free.
Also, I wish Halifax and Winnipeg would stop trying to tear me in too. I am constently bombarded with reasons why I should live in one, or the other. Neither city can manage to find some way to prove it to be far superior, though. They're just both so awesome. Amazing people in both, potential for great things, oppertunities... It's enough to split your brain.
I need to get up at an obscene hour tomorrow. I will not enjoy it.
Things are in a lull, just now. And that's fine too, really. I don't mind doing nothing, to a point. Or, perhaps I have a different idea of nothing.
I have no issue with spending most of the afternoon sitting in the library, reading graphic novels. Technically, I didn't do anything, and yet, I still consider my time well spent. I am becoming aware, however, that perhaps I am in the minority. People often seem anxious to spend their time doing things that are deemed "productive", a title which they themselves usually didn't apply to the activity. I mean, why do you consider something to be "productive", in the first place? Sure, sometimes it truly is (cooking a meal, so you can eat good food), but often, it's "productive" because it's considered to be, or because you were told it is. The only reason sitting in a field all day isn't productive, while sitting in your office working is, is because you've been told you need to get that report done, get that paycheque, so you can get that house.
(I am finding flaws with that reasoning even as I type it out, but I think it still holds a fair amount of truth, thus, I shall not edit.)
Winter is mostly dead, and I'm excited. Also, extremely antsy. I really want to go somewhere. On a trip, explore a bit more of this country I choose to live in. Make my way to one coast or the other, cheaply or for free.
Also, I wish Halifax and Winnipeg would stop trying to tear me in too. I am constently bombarded with reasons why I should live in one, or the other. Neither city can manage to find some way to prove it to be far superior, though. They're just both so awesome. Amazing people in both, potential for great things, oppertunities... It's enough to split your brain.
I need to get up at an obscene hour tomorrow. I will not enjoy it.