This week’s been just the same day over and over: go to school, come home, study, go to bed. We’ve done quite a lot of work even though regular school is yet to begin. Somehow we always get more work done during extra classes.
As promised, I’ve been making paper cranes, one after every twenty minutes of studying. As of today, I’ve made a total of 54 cranes, so I’m moving faster than expected. I think that’s a good thing. More cranes mean more productivity. I hadn’t realized it until a few days ago that productivity was my aesthetic. I enjoy getting things done and checking them off a list. It’s more satisfying than going to bed wishing I had done more. You know it’s been a good day when at night you wish it had been longer.
My increased productivity and the subsequent increase in the number of cranes I’ve been making posed a problem I knew was coming: that of craft papers. Until now, I’ve been using colorful papers to make the cranes, but something in me says I should make use of what I have. It’s the eco-friendly minimalist in me speaking. It’s so relieving to get rid of things one doesn’t really need, and even better to reuse things for different purposes. So I’ve decided to use old magazines and newspapers and old school notebooks to make the rest 944 paper cranes. I’ve seen other people make amazing origami out of such material – I hope my paper cranes will turn out to be quite good too.
Today, after quite a long time, I read a short story that I actually enjoyed. I’ve been keeping up with the Ray Bradbury Reading Challenge and reading the short story collections I bought last year as well as stories I’d been meaning to read. However, none of them was as good as the one I read today. I loved the story, but it also invoked in me nostalgia for writing. It sounds odd, given that I’ve been writing every day. But nothing I’ve written in the last couple of months has been much satisfying. It’s been long since I last had a look at the writing I’ve done since I started writing every day. I miss the feeling of writing something that I know will be good enough with some polishing, something that I would love to read, even if no one else does. One reason could be that I put off writing until I’m done with my day: school and reading and studying and then writing. It’s the last thing I do before going to bed, and perhaps that’s why I’m too lazy to do any creative thinking. I just want to put down 750 words and have a good night’s sleep. Writing feels like work these days, and even though I know why it feels so, I cannot change my routine. Not until exams are over in February next year.
But I’ll continue writing. There are a lot of exciting opportunities that have come up and I’m not going to let them pass. I won’t talk about them much, though, until I’ve achieved what I want. I recently read an article on why you should keep your goals to yourself, and I found everything in to be very true. So I’m going to keep my mouth shut about my goals; though I’ll definitely talk about other things.
Exams are coming up in the first two weeks of July, so I may not post as frequently, but I’ll try my best to share a thing or two, and hopefully break out of this routine of school and studying. Productivity may be my aesthetic, but I want to enjoy it too.