Keep notes and keep notebooks. Write in scraps of paper, leave no page empty or leave some completely blank while words suffocate the white on other pages. However you do it, write. It mustn’t make sense. There are no rules.
A notebook I had a few years ago has a line written in it. The sentence is in my handwriting and most definitely is my thought because it was part of a list of goals or desires or intentions, however you would frame it, that I was setting for the year. I wrote there that I would like to be proud of myself.
The pride in question was in a very specific context and if I’m being honest I still haven’t achieved that yet but in this post last year I mentioned that I was actually proud of myself. It is a different kind of pride. I want to have some profound connection between the two but I don’t think that has sunk in yet and that’s fine. For now I just find it interesting.
Progress report
Four whole items. Some are done and the rest are 80% done which I count as a win. I’m also sleeping and eating and mindlessly existing and that is lovely. I am not cast in stone about what my future needs to look like but I do think I want it to allow me times of aimless existing.
In other news:
Started re-watching bleach. Yay!
Hoping to watch greatest night in hip hop, I’ve heard only good things and I’m due for a good documentary.
How have you been? let me know… are you resting?
Thank you for reading.
From,
Naomi
...Writing this in an effort to "write." I think I'm resting in a sort of "I'm not doing the things I regularly do but I am doing other things, which aren't exactly leisurely, but I consider less stressful than regular activities." Does that still count as rest?