THE TITLE IS MORE DIFFICULT THAN THE CONTENT
Picture the scene, a woman sits at her laptop trying to think of something interesting to write and because she can’t she instead writes about not being able to find something interesting to write about. It’s a never-ending downward spiral into the unworkings of a borderline brain. And yes I know unworking isn’t recognized by my spell check, but at this point in the creative process, I’m not above inventing new ways to cofound the device I’m writing on. It helps to keep things spicy. And while we’re at it, can my laptop please stop trying to Americanise my words by slipping z in where it’s not wanted and taking u out when it is.
MASTERING MY MIND
It’s Wednesday already and so far this week I’ve done approximately...nothing. I blame the bank holiday of course. It would be stupid to blame myself. Even if half the problem is not being able to get my brain into gear for long enough to feign interest in important stuffs (no it's not a typo) that might need doing.
SELF EXPRESSION AND ME...
THOUGHTS AND MUSINGS This morning I woke up with a clear idea of what I had to get done, I knew exactly what had to be accomplished because I listed it all last night. Let's just discuss that list, shall we? I've been working through the same list since last Friday, some tasks have been completed (half-heartedly admittedly, but completed nonetheless) and some are following quite a unique migration pattern in my bullet journal that I’d rather not talk about.
The ability to make choices seems so easy for some doesn't it?. A snap decision between A or B, a gentle waft of forethought, a sober smattering of afterthought, and next to no procrastination along the way.
PRODUCTIVITY VS REALITY
I have a mild obsession and I don't mind admitting it. I find anything to do with being more efficient, productive, and organised virtually irresistible to watch, read or listen to.
Lockdown and the introvert.
LOCKDOWN AND THE INTROVERT As a self-confessed introvert, I love being alone. I love my own company and I love having no expectations of having to interact with other humans on a daily basis. It sounds a little anti-social, I agree but I can live with that.
There are many tried and trusted ways of making chicken soup, most of them involve a lengthy relationship with stock, chicken, and pot... and generally speaking that's the way it should be done.
Beyond macaroni cheese and our weekly plate of liver and onions, I can't remember a single meal my mother cooked from scratch.