I don’t like being so addicted to things: my computer (which I have been wanting when I am on the train, in a nice café, when I think of things I want to look up, when I have down time); music (which I want to listen to on the train, or all the time, so much that when I hear songs that I know, my body physically calms); money (which I feel guilty about spending, as if I am wasting, being careless, but then I have to weigh the amount of care it would take to really save as much as I possibly could, and wonder if the worry of all that saving outweighs the niceness of being able to do and buy things within reason, or occasionally even not within reason); quiet (to just sit and do a mindless activity during which I am not obligated to start a conversation or chatter; I have recently been taking out my book as if to read, but often end up staring at the page and thinking, so I can have time and space and quiet to think without being asked if something is wrong or feeling obligated to speak. One of the nicest things was when I was in St. Andrews on Wednesday and Nina went to study, leaving me to sit in her room and have some quiet time. I sat on her bed with my cup of tea and stared out the window, thinking, processing, just being. And then I felt better. Other activities are good for finding this kind of quiet: chopping vegetables, folding.)
Which is harder: doing something you don’t want to do, or not doing something you want to do?
Lately I think it’s the latter. And I don’t mean not getting to do it, I mean purposely not letting yourself to do it.
I want to write down what I have done every day since I’ve been in the UK. But every day I don’t write it, there’s another day to write and remember. The train would be a good time to do this, but I won’t have a computer. Reading is good, too, though. But is there a point to remembering days? The most important ones will get remembered, I think. Or else the ones that get remembered will become the most important.
Posted by cecilia on January 18, 2010 at 10:44 AM
it’s nice to have a journal to look back on your days, because it brings back memories.
it’s like writing down a dream. when you look back at what you wrote you remember the entire thing… (even the act of writing it down & trying to find the images for what you dreamed)
although, obvs, it’s easier to remember real life than dreams. Still, memory can change things (can’t it?).
I at least like keeping track of my days, some times.
I’m really bad at doing it though… hah. I was also train riding & that’s when I pulled out my journal and tried to catch up, but definitely not enough time. Fortunately tomorrow is a plane-filled day. woohoo.
much love,
C