Holiday Mumble

Success? Yes. Sense of accomplishment? Check. Happiness? Definitely. Workload easing? Slowly. Fun beginning? It's just at the start! Ah, holidays. Already there is less than a week left. But they were to be enjoyed while they lasted. Filled with writing, drawing, videos, rearranging, planning, and the occasional assignment. And chocolate! And love. And laughter. She had to treasure every last day before the work began again. She had to drag it by the tail everywhere she went. Just as people once believed creativity was an outside force that came to you, that had to be caught in the rumbling wind that came, she had to catch this free time and entwine it into her schedule, make it productive and worthwhile and not something she would look back upon as wasted. A thing off her list every day, if she could, would be pleasing. But would she able to get that much done? She could only hope.

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Wasteful Days

Why is it when you don't do something you should be getting done, your days always seem so wasteful? I mean, even if you feel like you've done things that are productive, if you haven't done that number one thing you were meant to get done, the day is wasted. Not that I can relate to this at all - because I do not feel my day was wasted, more... misused, than anything. My bad. It's not my fault there are so many distractions. Music, videos, stories, music, chatting, friends, houses, fresh air, not so fresh air, heat, hunger. All those outside forces. I shall just blame it on my creative orb that lives outside of me. That way it's not my fault. :)

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