I made a tactical error at work today. It wasn’t serious but it was tactical. For once, I wish I had someone who shares my work goals and guides me to achieve them.
I have no interest to learn about arts or literature after discovering that there are hundreds of high quality university level courses online. I seem to want to work with outwardly practical and useful material things like maths and science – chemistry in particular – and Buddhism.
I worry over this temporary loss in engaging with beauty.
Just like I love the idea of having written more than the writing, I love the idea of having a writing room. When I was single, a writing room will include a long bench which has a laptop, some music machine, a day bed for naps and a shelve for books. These days, I think a small one, just enough for a desk, a chair and a small bookshelf sounds great. To have one is impractical for me – I would probably spend more time reassuring little A. that I am not abandoning him, and if I do ever get away, I would be looking up at the baby monitor every 5 seconds.
Lately, I have been playing with DIY skin care. I have a standard recipe for a B5/Hyaluronic acid, B3 toner, and a Vit C serum. I would like a bench with a stainless steel top for my DIY serums/toners/etc
I think I just like space.
Before I posted an ad seeking a writing buddy, I went through SG CL, strictly platonic ads. Most make me want to ask them over to my house to feed them a bit of bread and some simple pasta.
Like this girl who has a free bottle of champagne. It is her birthday and she is alone. Or this guy who feels that he lacks good conversation. Or this person who seeks a break from routine. I feel sorry for them – I have felt the same way at times. While such feelings are not unpleasant, it is much nicer to feel that one belongs.
Update: I did post that ad. The replies I seem to attract from are illiterates. Bleah.
Body Font is a tff of royal vogue from a 1920s portable royal typewriter.
My colleague sent this lunch invite via Outlook calendar (the date is a month away):
Admist laughter and funnies
A month’s wait is short
Received with gladness
Looking forward to consume
Soul food for the mind