I have to admit—it was so much easier to come up with blog posts before COVID-19 happened. Back then, you had countless options: you could write about what you did or where you went last weekend, document that Japan trip you took a few days ago, or come up with a listicle on the activities you can do at home for self-care to recuperate from work/school stress. But now that we’re all spending our days mostly indoors, what else is there to talk about?
Honestly, I have no idea what to write about. Should I ramble? Probably. But I’d be lying if I said that my ramblings are the kind you’d want to read, they can get a little too disorganized sometimes and I tend to overshare when I decide to just pour it all out on paper (or on Microsoft Word, in that case). Besides, diaries were created for that particular purpose, weren’t they?
Hm. I think I’ll ramble anyway.
I haven’t written a post in a while because I simply didn’t have anything interesting to write about. Everyday, I’d attempt to do so, but a blank document was all I’d ever gotten. The days have become monotonous and, for some reason, drastically shorter. Or maybe, I’ve been too preoccupied with uni work lately that I’d forgotten the many other mindful activities I could do in a day.
This semester, although the regular academic load had been reduced to 12 units in consideration of the pandemic, I still decided to take full 18 credits so my schedule’s honestly quite overwhelming. But it’s not really something I regret deciding on, I do enjoy my classes and actually like the fact that my schedule’s packed. It’s just that sometimes, I forget to take a minute to rest because the rush that comes with studying often remains, and I’d want to keep working. Only now whenever I try to get my evening reading done, I’m always too exhausted to even pick up a book. Still, it doesn’t hurt to keep trying.
Having said that, there are three books I’m currently reading: Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari, Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir, and the most recent one I’ve started reading—The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. Sapiens is for quiet evenings, Anna Karenina and/or The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath just before bed, and The Second Sex, for the reason that Simone de Beauvoir’s work requires quite the mental stamina, is for cozy and still afternoons. Earlier this month, I made it a personal goal of mine to read books that are meaningful enough to challenge the way I see things—that includes both fiction and nonfiction books. Although, I have to say, I’ve been leaning more towards nonfiction lately; not to say I prefer it over fiction (definitely not), but it’s just more of what I’m in the mood for right now.
My copy of The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath only arrived yesterday—the logistics took longer than I expected, and I waited so long to start reading but I’m just glad it’s finally here. I’m currently on page 16, I read before bed last night. I’ve always adored Plath’s writing, but especially when it’s casual like this. And why am I reading this, last night I thought. Simply put, I want to understand why she wrote in the particular way that she did. Her way of recounting events (and writing them in detail) has a certain cadence to it and I think that is interesting. I also figured I needed to be a better diarist. Anyway, Plath is good company. Oh, and since we’re still on the topic of books, I also recently finished Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking. It’s one of my new favorites and I’m saving my thoughts for a proper review soon.
Last thing I want to mention in this post: the onset of the rainy season has finally come. Yesterday afternoon, rain poured. The sky hung low, heavy on precipitation, grey clouds all over. But it was quick, 30 minutes at most. I wished it rained longer. To me, comfort always comes with the rain, and when it taps on my window, I feel warmth. What an irony. Also, I read a bit.
Now, it is Monday—another week has begun and there’s more work to do. As I’m writing this, I’m surrounded by the ambience of a cosy afternoon. I can only think of warm beverages, that sounds good right about now; maybe I’ll stop rambling and pour myself a cup of chamomile tea. That is all for now, I hope the week treats you kindly and thank you for stopping by. Until next time x