Re-learning how to slack during the weekends
I can't remember how long it has been since I last slacked during the weekends. Ever since I was like 12 or sth, my weekends were spent trying to better myself -like going for Chinese tuition when I have a Taiwanese mom.
This semester, I finally got to do something radically different with my life. It all started with my ill-planned French trip which led to my forgetting to bid for modules and which in turn led to my under-loading this semester. Now that most of my week is free af, I am able to finish my work and assignments during the week and have a whole weekend to enjoy myself.
Yet oddly, I find that I have lost that ability to entertain myself during the weekends. I remember vaguely that as a kid, I used to draw little girls with beautiful frocks and role play with myself in Barbie-like scenarios. Well, it is not that I can't do that anymore, it's just that I can no longer find myself believing in any of those things. It is like Christmas without believing in Santa Claus or Jesus for that matter.
So today, while lying on my bed, I was amazed to find the urge to grab my pencil and artblock and start sketching a picture of various dresses for Chinese New Year. While my drawings are obviously too grotesque to ever qualify me for art-school, I must say that I was impressed at my rediscovered puerile enthusiasm. So long had I been psyched to do what was practical that I had lost the ability to dream BIG -like to be a fashion designer, model or whatever.
Thus, here's a new year resolution:
Set aside time to daydream and try to recapture the glorious days of talking to myself and sketching figurines.
This semester, I finally got to do something radically different with my life. It all started with my ill-planned French trip which led to my forgetting to bid for modules and which in turn led to my under-loading this semester. Now that most of my week is free af, I am able to finish my work and assignments during the week and have a whole weekend to enjoy myself.
Yet oddly, I find that I have lost that ability to entertain myself during the weekends. I remember vaguely that as a kid, I used to draw little girls with beautiful frocks and role play with myself in Barbie-like scenarios. Well, it is not that I can't do that anymore, it's just that I can no longer find myself believing in any of those things. It is like Christmas without believing in Santa Claus or Jesus for that matter.
So today, while lying on my bed, I was amazed to find the urge to grab my pencil and artblock and start sketching a picture of various dresses for Chinese New Year. While my drawings are obviously too grotesque to ever qualify me for art-school, I must say that I was impressed at my rediscovered puerile enthusiasm. So long had I been psyched to do what was practical that I had lost the ability to dream BIG -like to be a fashion designer, model or whatever.
Thus, here's a new year resolution:
Set aside time to daydream and try to recapture the glorious days of talking to myself and sketching figurines.
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