Unwinding Rant
The past four weeks has been pretty hectic: especially those before the last one. I had deadlines, demos and tests, but thankfully I made it through on the other side. I also got the last test I wrote back today, so now I know pretty well where I stand as I head towards the exams.
Like I said, things were pretty rough. I thought that I would be able to relax a little in the past week, but I found myself unable to switch off from all of the work. We are still busy with the spreadsheet project and it is nearing completion, so that is pretty interesting and exciting to see. But still, I did slack off a little bit.
I started jogging again a few weeks ago. I'm taking it slow, but I am amazed at how fast I'm getting back into the game after an absence of nearly a year. I don't think I shall reach any goals next year, but at least I'm gaining momentum again. I also got myself a pair of real running shoes and I think it does make a difference. The biggest problem now is motivation and I am still not in a regular routine yet.
There is so much I've wanted to say, but now I am at a loss of words and thoughts... maybe I'm just too tired at the moment. It has happened twice now in as many weeks that an inspiration suddenly comes to me out of the blue: something that needs to be written down and nurtured into special, but then I do not have the time to do it. Finding inspiration these days is pretty hard, let alone having them be lost as you shuffle on to do your daily routine. I was forced to jot down only the core ideas that came to me, but separated from a body they are merely dead limbs. It is very strange how the creative process (at least as I experience it) works: when I get an idea, I either have to construct something around it immediately or else I loose the “essence” of it. Many ideas only seem good in the moment though and it happens that I return to something that I have written only to completely discard it. I also don't really like to go back and re-read my work (as readers of this blog may have noticed). However, sometimes there are gems that are just too precious to loose sight of...
It has been three years since I left school, but there are still elements I miss from that time: my stronger spirituality, my writing ambitions and my convictions all seem boxed up in some glass cage at an antiquities display. I pass it every now and again and gaze upon and think about the good old days. I believe I can turn everything I don't like about my life at the moment 180 degrees around, but something is just... amiss.
We are now hurtling towards the exams at a blistering pace here at Stellenbosch. I've always been very reserved about speaking of or thinking about graduation, but lately I'm thinking about it more and I'm really excited about the prospect. It's just... it's what I've been working so hard for. I've poured a lot into academics these past three years and it has taken a high toll on my. Graduation – that will be tangible reward. There's only a small stretch left in which I mustn't muck things up.
I heard from my uncle at the start of the week that I'll be able to continue staying at the flat next year! I'm pretty psyched about that. The idea was, originally, I believe, that he would have sold the flat when my cousin moves out. At the moment I'm not sure whether he'll be moving out or not: I doubt it, because he isn't finished with his doctorate yet, but on the other hand I also don't think that he'll stay for the whole of next year. I've grown to like and appreciate the old place.
Like I said, things were pretty rough. I thought that I would be able to relax a little in the past week, but I found myself unable to switch off from all of the work. We are still busy with the spreadsheet project and it is nearing completion, so that is pretty interesting and exciting to see. But still, I did slack off a little bit.
I started jogging again a few weeks ago. I'm taking it slow, but I am amazed at how fast I'm getting back into the game after an absence of nearly a year. I don't think I shall reach any goals next year, but at least I'm gaining momentum again. I also got myself a pair of real running shoes and I think it does make a difference. The biggest problem now is motivation and I am still not in a regular routine yet.
There is so much I've wanted to say, but now I am at a loss of words and thoughts... maybe I'm just too tired at the moment. It has happened twice now in as many weeks that an inspiration suddenly comes to me out of the blue: something that needs to be written down and nurtured into special, but then I do not have the time to do it. Finding inspiration these days is pretty hard, let alone having them be lost as you shuffle on to do your daily routine. I was forced to jot down only the core ideas that came to me, but separated from a body they are merely dead limbs. It is very strange how the creative process (at least as I experience it) works: when I get an idea, I either have to construct something around it immediately or else I loose the “essence” of it. Many ideas only seem good in the moment though and it happens that I return to something that I have written only to completely discard it. I also don't really like to go back and re-read my work (as readers of this blog may have noticed). However, sometimes there are gems that are just too precious to loose sight of...
It has been three years since I left school, but there are still elements I miss from that time: my stronger spirituality, my writing ambitions and my convictions all seem boxed up in some glass cage at an antiquities display. I pass it every now and again and gaze upon and think about the good old days. I believe I can turn everything I don't like about my life at the moment 180 degrees around, but something is just... amiss.
We are now hurtling towards the exams at a blistering pace here at Stellenbosch. I've always been very reserved about speaking of or thinking about graduation, but lately I'm thinking about it more and I'm really excited about the prospect. It's just... it's what I've been working so hard for. I've poured a lot into academics these past three years and it has taken a high toll on my. Graduation – that will be tangible reward. There's only a small stretch left in which I mustn't muck things up.
I heard from my uncle at the start of the week that I'll be able to continue staying at the flat next year! I'm pretty psyched about that. The idea was, originally, I believe, that he would have sold the flat when my cousin moves out. At the moment I'm not sure whether he'll be moving out or not: I doubt it, because he isn't finished with his doctorate yet, but on the other hand I also don't think that he'll stay for the whole of next year. I've grown to like and appreciate the old place.
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