JOURNALS

Today’s journal entry comes at you from a day that felt like sprinting on a treadmill — you know the sort, where you’re putting in the effort but somehow ending up exactly where you started. I ventured into the realm of recording a video about the Cricut Maker, armed with a plethora of half-formed thoughts and an ambivalent attitude towards the task at hand. Turns out, making a short video isn’t any less daunting than a longer one, especially when you throw in the cacophony of studio noises from others, setting the perfect stage for a comedy of errors.

In an unsurprising turn of events, my grand plans for an entire day dedicated to scriptwriting dissolved into a nap. Yes, you read that right. Not a single script saw the light of day. But hey, here’s to hoping that tomorrow breeds productivity.

Come evening, I’ve vowed to 'unplug' after 8:30, a small step towards reclaiming my well-being. Last night’s lack of discipline with screen time threw me off my game, spiralling into a late start this morning. However, setting these boundaries is like threading a needle in the dark — a tad bit ambitious, but necessary for getting the week back on track.

Reflecting on the day’s ‘achievements’, I’d say the highlight was embracing the art of doing nothing, or rather, the art of napping. It’s funny, society heralds busyness as the pinnacle of productivity, but there’s something inherently rebellious — and refreshing — about choosing rest over relentless toil. Today underscored a peculiar paradox; in attempting to streamline processes, I’ve inadvertently woven a complex tapestry of procrastination. The irony isn’t lost on me.

If today were a movie, it’d be one of those indie films where the protagonist has a moment of enlightenment — minus the enlightenment, mind you. I like to think of it as a gentle reminder that sometimes, the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Ah, but there’s a certain beauty in the chaos, a reminder that it’s okay to hit the pause button and recalibrate.

In the grand scheme of things, today was a whisper in the wind, a momentary blip in the continuum of creativity. Tomorrow beckons with the promise of unused hours, a blank canvas eagerly awaiting the stroke of productivity. Will I triumph in the battle against the siren call of procrastination? Only time will tell.

But for now, I’ll cocoon myself in the solitude of the evening, indulging in the simple pleasure of a screen-free hour before bedtime. Here’s to the small victories, the unwritten scripts, and the naps that somehow feel like stepping stones to something greater. Or perhaps, here's to just another Tuesday in the life of a contemporary print artist, navigating the ebbs and flows of creativity and chaos.