One of the things that has shocked me, being back home is how long 24 hours really is. I did have Christmas break but that seemed more like a reprieve from classes with the knowledge that within a month, it'll all be back. I didn't feel the passage of unscheduled, unmooring time the way I do now.
It's not like I am waking up in the afternoon, eating cereal, binge-watching My Little Pony and then sleeping at 1 am (repeat ad nauseam). I have made plans, tried to fit this uncalled for break into my life plans, heck, improve my life plans.
But there are days when I simply cannot work. To-do lists and timeboxing and chasing down motivation with an axe - do not work. What is the problem?
Burnout? Depression? Loneliness? Simple, plain, old lack of discipline?
I do not know.
It's the free time. I have no idea what to do with free time that is either not work or mindless entertainment. But do I have to do something worthwhile? Can't it just be ... free? But does the mindless entertainment make me happy?
- KC
CZYTASZ
The Ability To Even (Collegiate Chronicles)
Literatura FaktuNot everything goes according to plans. Lessons and family and life teach you so much as it all swings about. I'm just trying to figure this all out. Join me?
