3 Over 100 Days Of Productivity (late Post)

3 over 100 Days of Productivity (late post)

07.28.2021 Wednesday

It's prep day for this upcoming school year. I only did some light math exercises early one but delegated my time to find resources for my senior high. There's some docs that contain the learning levels and qualifications (specified for lessons and quarters/sems) that you can access online in my country. I'm thinking of using that as a goal/check list? Or something to refer to as I navigate.

you know what’s a better question than “is this too self-indulgent?”? “is this self indulgent enough?”

because, like, damn, maybe there just aren’t enough kitty ears in this story! maybe there isn’t enough homoerotic tension! maybe that character’s backstory just isn’t tragic enough!! we won’t know until we really ask ourselves these questions.

07.08.21 | are you a night owl or a morning person? I’m both actually. I love waking up at 6am during breaks. I love enjoying a cup of coffee and breakfast first thing in the morning, two of my faves in this world. however, college and med school turned me into a night owl because there’s no time to study during the day —we are mostly tired from a whole day of lectures, activities, and exams. this is also why I post at this hour. 😆 my study brain is active at night! old habits die hard, I guess. 😂

How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

…billions of women must be out there on this six-billion-person planet being told that they are not reliable witnesses to their own lives, that the truth is not their property, now or ever.

Rebecca Solnit: Men Explain Things to Me (via thalassaraasch)

2 over 100 Days of Productivity

07.27.2021 Tuesday

As I'm mking this post, my head is slowly killing me. I'll keep this short and sweet like a jackfruit.

My studying sesh only included some reading annotating my biology book. I had some stuff to do to prepare for my upcoming school year; setting up emails and scheduling for orientations and completing required docs so I prioritized that. Afterwards, deeper into rainy nights, I watched Howl's Moving Castle.

I'm rooting for you. You'll make it.