☕ Let’s sit down and talk, shall we?
a chat, please grab a hot beverage per your preference

As I wind down from a busy day, something pulled me towards writing, yet I didn’t want to tackle any of my existing drafts (shocker) or anything official.
I know a lot of my articles have a more casual tone but even then, it’s usually arisen out of a journal / morning pages outline that I’ve somehow jotted some thoughts down.
Here, I’m literally freewriting again.
Oh yeah, remember that period of my life where I thought I would do a daily freewrite? I sincerely cannot remember the feeling of the summer already, having been back at school for only two weeks. It’s been that busy.
The hectic schedule hits me like this, every year
So, the weird thing about being a graduate student is that we actually work year-round and have a 2-week holiday. Some don’t even take that 2-week holiday as some macho demonstration of how truly dedicated they are to the degree, but that’s a different topic for a different day.
So technically, especially since I don’t have any formal classes because I’d completed all the required courses, August should feel exactly like September. I haven’t even really moved from my spot at my chair in front of the screen.
Yet, my days went from a soft start at 9am to a hard start 9am, and maybe trying to do some pre-9am pre-meeting preparation because my schedule is filling up to a point where there aren’t any in-between moments to debrief and offload to-do lists and prep for the next meeting.
Sure, I advocate for 50-minute hour meetings and 25 minute half-hour meetings, but I also fully recognize that not everyone has the flexibility. When I have the power to, I try to give myself and anyone I’m working with to have that break. But I’m not always setting the agenda, and when I’m just an attendee to another meeting, it becomes someone else’s duty to run the meeting and damn, some people really like to talk. I love them, but please be more succinct so I can both rest my eyes, my facial expressions and my existence from needing to be communicating and absorbing every wink of my work day.
Yet it’s specifically in these busy moments that I yearn to write
Sure, I already journal for at least 24 minutes in the morning via my morning pages routine. Sometimes, I include an additional 24 minutes in the morning as a shift towards any existing Medium drafts that I’m working on. (And boy, do I have so many of those half-finished ones!)
Yet, I yearn for more.
In between two projects, I sent this out via my newsletter:
It was short, took all of 3-minutes to craft, yet really embodied a snippet of what I wanted to share with the world today. And it felt good.
And sometimes, I chase that feeling
Sometimes I chase that feeling and want to write more. I’m writing even though my eyes are so tired they literally are glazing over. I’m writing even though every skin cell in my body is itching for a nice shower. I’m writing because my fingers have a life of their own and they needed to dance across a keyboard to tell a story, even a disorganized story about the day.
And I’m making the time to do that, without direction.
Just an unstructured prance across the keyboard today.
My fingers getting their cardio on.
And that felt good.
I hope, wherever you are, whenever you are (time travellers??????????????!) you are able to make some time for what your body is calling out for
My fingers have danced enough at this point, and my body is calling out for a shower. From one call to another, I like that my evening routine isn’t full of scheduled tasks as it is from 8:30am to 6pm. Once the (internal) dinner bell rings, I let my internal chaotic internal monologue whisk me from one whim to another, ready to tackle and create new things, or rest.
Dear body, I’m listening.
Hi I’m Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and I hope you’re able to take some time to listen to your body today too. What is it telling you?
Hop down the rabbit hole? 🐰🕳
^ by Imad
