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.
Rituals. The things that make my days (weeks and years) uniquely alike.
Disclaimer: I purposely did not retouch these photos as much as I could have in order to preserve the authenticity of the moment.
Every Saturday morning at 6 am, my brother and I go to the BYU gym to bench. I took this picture while laying on the bench, looking up at Steven spotting me. (For the record, I can bench more than the bar.) This ritual has been extremely important to me as it has ensured each one of my Saturdays to be productive. Often, I will have gone to the gym, showered, cooked and eaten a nice breakfast, done laundry, and washed a kitchen full of dirty dishes by 10 am.
While I made this meal specifically for Valentine’s Day, this picture represents how I like to cook and make classy meals even as a poor college student. There was one week last October where I cooked fresh, delicious dinners every night of the week. This picture also highlights the nasty table and awful fluorescent lighting that occupy my kitchen.
Sewing has consumed my life this semester. With Provo Fashion Week and trying to run an Etsy shop, I have spent countless hours at this machine. Here I am sewing an elephant sweatshirt. Something I always want to remember about sewing in college is how I had to clean off the table every time to make space to sew in my apartment (you can see some authentic clutter blurred out in the background). Also, I want to remember how I sewed through my finger last December. Hopefully that does not become a ritual.
I felt like this picture best encapsulated my ritual of going to school every day and majoring in TEE. The fact that it was not taken in a classroom, or even at BYU, represents how unconventional TEE really is. We are always moving and doing and creating experiences that last far beyond the classroom. Jackson, Lizzy, and Jessica represent how our major is very familial. We spend lots of time together in this major…This is also the only picture I have of me taking a picture, which is rather characteristic of me this past year as I have consciously tried to bring creativity into every day.