were never really possible to begin with. Because most of the time, Fridays are spent rushing around, making sure a range of things are happening at exactly the right times. What makes it even crazier really is that today I had my intern come over to learn how to use design softwares, and I had a working lunch, where I needed to forecast things into the future.
I do wonder if I would ever approach things in a normal way, where I do only one task a day. I remember the feeling of that vividly during the lockdown periods, and I really didn’t like it. I would still end up spending the day doing something else, and basically I would busy myself somehow.
But I do aim for a simpler day, as an ideal or a dream. A day when I can wake up and read a book leisurely as the sun rays stream into the room. Or maybe a day where I can just relax and not think too hard about what needs to be done, and I can just exist.
But then again, that’s not really me. Bu the search for simplicity is me. The same way that I would always strive for minimalism, and never get it, because of who I am.
That’s okay, I’m okay to say that I’ll never hit it, as much as I try to. Not for the lack of trying, but because if I do reach that goal, I would actually not be happy. I know that, and I am willing to just keep it as a floating idea in the back of my head.
I also thought that I should choose some of my thoughts to write into a zine. and to publish that zine as an art magazine.
Maybe I would also start to write more intentionally here, in either a more expressive way, or with more writing finesse. I haven’t decided yet, obviously, but I will make sense of this somehow.