Couldn’t concentrate. Kept getting distracted.
Moved across the room, cleared off my (underutilized) desk and set up shop here. I’m right next to the plants and the window (fresh air). Clear desk. Cup of coffee.
Now to start again.
Re-reading the entries made me very happy though. Great memories. I’ll be thinking of more to add.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of a good memory.
I think I had forgotten these things. My thoughts after realizing this: why did I ever stop doing this? what happened? how could I stop doing things I love?
Stress changes me. Grad school was constant stress. Not so much grad school itself, but “grad school plus” (including jobs, etc.). As soon as school ended and I could sort of relax, I noticed a marked difference in my personality, outlook… Actually, this realization made me a bit sad. I’ll have to remember this in the future and work to mitigate against future stress-related upsets.
Anyways, what do/did I love?
-photographing: Taking pictures and capturing moments and objects has been a pastime for me for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I get so absorbed trying to ‘capture’ something that I forget the whole rest of the world. I am ‘in the zone.’ I particularly like composing shots (e.g. the framing of the elements in the picture) and being able to capturing the colors/textures/shadows/shapes of things.
-cooking: I really don’t like to follow instructions, which can make for ‘interesting’ times in the kitchen. I like to experiment and end up using a lot of substitutions. Got a backlog of a thousand or so recipes I want to try… Should keep me busy for a few years. That is, if I ever try them. I may just conclude that experimenting is the most ‘fun’ way to cook. Nah, I’ll get around to some.
-wandering: The thing about wandering, though, is that it is really difficult to ‘wander’ in a place that you are familiar. I love exploring new places. Wayfinding. How do we interact with places? How do we find the town/city center? I like learning how to get around places, and chancing upon wonderful places. When I lived in NH and C lived in RI, we used to meet up in Boston and wander for hours. Sometimes we’d take T a few towns away. We’d walk around. Wander into shops at our whimsy. Oh, I enjoyed it.