So I’m here in the library once more. Trying to get as much done with as little time in which to do it all, stressing out for no reason. Need more coffee, but also recognising that that’s a bad idea.
It’s all a stress and pressure day. A lot of things that need to get done, but I just want to go back to the bush, which is where I was yesterday.
It was a lovely morning. Saw the sunrise, went driving, went into the bush and walked around a bit, then came back to Sydney to be very tired and do very little for a while.
There was some doing of the things, but most of the things were not done, for I was tired. There was driving and the driving led to a direction of choice, but there was also being tired.
The air was crisp and it was cold. It was a delicious day of exploration and walking, and buying bread, and getting gloves, and drinking coffee. Seeing the moon instead of the sun due to the sunrise being behind us, and still seeing the sunrise at the same time was a pretty wonderful thing.
Many valleys, other things: you know, the usual.
Now I’m back and I’m trying to finish a whole number of things before I need to go to class. this is not fun. It’s a lot of pressure and it’s pressure that I don’t want to deal with due to my being lazy. However, that only leads to the creation of more pressure.
Maybe I should be less lazy.
Well, I’m going to have to be over the next few days. Don’t have much of a choice there. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I need to make sure that I stop the procrastination machine.
Maybe I should stop procrastinating on going to the bush more often. So what if it is cold?
On another note, I enjoyed the cold of the bush more than I enjoy the cold of the city. Sure, it’s a little warmer than the bush (especially the mountains), but all the buildings and concrete and all that other stuff makes it feel so much colder. It’s much easier to deal with in the bush, I think, as you’re in nature. To me it makes for an overall more enjoyable experience, and thus I don’t feel as though I feel it as much.
In the city it just seems to feel so much more cold and unpleasant.
I imagine that that is just me projecting onto the environment, but it is still a thing that I am experiencing and thus that is going to shape how I feel about certain things.
Well, with all of that being said, I guess I’m going to get back to pulling my hair out and trying to get as much done with as little time as possible.
I recommend not trying it, or trying it. Your choice. At least, I think it is.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:21:86
This post was brought to you by stress and writing much more loosely than usual.
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