Tinc una llista interminable de coses que volia fer i no he trobat el temps per dur a terme, aquest any. I no parlo de les coses grans, parlo de cosetes mínimes, del tipus “fer un petit escrit sobre qui sóc, pel blog” o “passar a net les notes de Photoshop” o “fer un parell de dissenys de lletra”.
Tinc la taula plena de notes i paperets. De fet, està tan plena de coses que quan ho veig em quedo paralitzada, incapaç de decidir per quina començo. I, ara, a més, acabo de vessar-hi el cafè per sobre. O sigui que, agafo aire, i em faig un ultimàtum: el dia 7, quan el món torni a la normalitat, totes aquestes notes han d’haver desaparegut. O bé perquè ja he fet el que hi posava, o bé perquè he vist, al final, que no valia la pena fer-ho.
I aquesta és, ara, la meva única missió a la terra.
Aww! Its too bad you couldn’t put them into a moleskine or journal? From the eyes of another, they just look like creativity. I don’t write things down on paper very often as I typically just use a note taking program on my computer. There’s something about the physicality of writing things down and having physical paper that I can’t quite describe. I just got a ream of printer paper last week actually, in hopes to sketch out some fonts. >_<
Wow, Sü, your kind words just made my day! I really understand what you are saying. I work (and breathe) in the virtual world, but I love paper, and I love to write on paper; I love the smell, the weight, the feel… everything! as well as the pencils, pens, and the like.
I keep my journals, but I still don’t dedicate the time I’d like to them. I’m learning how to focus and stop procrastinating, as that shall let me find my time for the things I love…