11 september 2025
Found a cup to pop my tea into for my evening class, so I'm excited about that. Also finally put a small, adorable dandelion Paperblanks pocket book I've had to years to good use, as a personal reliquary for small sparks of happiness- no particular dates attached, or count downs, aside from some discreet, tiny page numbers, to avoid focusing too much on keeping up a pattern. It's a small shrine of sorts, not a daily obligation: just when something sparks enough joy to provoke me to write inside of it.
I'm getting used to waking up at unholy early hours of the day, which is both a good and bad thing. Good, for weekdays. Bad, on the weekends- though it does give me more time to add in things like laundry into my schedule and still feel fresh and ahead of the morning on things. It's my night class today, so I'll be very tired by the end of it all, but happy to step into my 'long weekends,' though I keep Fridays as still scheduled for work days- just far more chill and at home.
I could technically use Mondays and Tuesdays in the same way, but the quiet workspace on campus is good for me, as is keeping a routine of waking up at a particular time, and putting on real people clothes, seeing sunlight, getting in a bit of walking- and just generally haunting the department. It's nice. I quite like it. And you can't beat the peace and quiet of hogging such a space to yourself.
I've been so busy. It was a good time in my life to detach from toting around my cellphone- because lord knows I barely have any time to keep up to date on notifications, not if I want to actually talk with people and engage properly. My sense of time is somewhat improved, but my diary is still my anchor.
Life is good. Busy, but good. And that's a good way for things to be.