Right now I have a handful of incohesive thoughts running through my head that I wanted to jot down.
1. Write the book you want to read. Sage advice from Austin Kleon. I was just thinking about this because while I have access to so much information, the content on the Internet bores me real fast. And that is when I want to make my own stuff to put on the Internet.
2. To combat feelings of being unproductive, I like to make lists of things that I did do. Here’s a list of productive things I did today:
- Went to the gym at 6 AM (And saw Elder Christofferson there!!)
- Practiced softball for a couple hours.
- Canceled a freelance job that I couldn’t handle (Burden lifted)
- Toured the residence of Rose Marie Reid, the woman I have been studying all summer for work. (Fun fact: The Osmond family later bought the house and lived there after she passed away)
- Tried out my new tripod and took some sick self-portraits (and edited them and posted one on Instagram). (I don’t know who I picked it up from, but lately I like to use the adjective sick to describe things that are awesome.) I kinda rotate through all my hobbies because I get bored and have to switch it up. It is things like getting a tripod and experimenting with new forms of my hobbies that get me interested in them again.
- Went grocery shopping.
- Made brownies and packed for the family reunion while they were baking.
- Wrote in my journal, took a shower, responded to a long overdue Facebook message, had quality conversation with my roommates, wrote this blog post, worked on planning a storyboard for a film I want to make.
- And I even made time for a nap. Naps are my favorite. I can always make time for a good nap.
2. b. I feel like this list I just made is super pretentious. But, like, this is who I am. It’s amazing how many things you can actually fit into one day if you try. It takes longer to motivate myself to do some of these things than it actually takes to do them.
3. As a bonus for reading through my pretentious list, here is one of my pretentious self-portraits:
I was not expecting to enjoy taking a picture of myself. I just wanted to test out my new tripod and document the fact that I hit myself in the face while playing softball this morning. But, I’m weird and find a busted lip, acne scars, uneven skin tone, and frizzy hair enthralling.
And now my midnight musings come to an end.