I feel the need to sit down and force myself to write for a moment. As I write these words, I am sitting on the couch with my knees acutely bent — my feet resting to my right. I have a pillow caressing my lap, while my laptop sits upon it compactly. That is the state I now find myself in, physically.
Internally, I am wondering about how I will ever find the time to accomplish all the things that I want to do. It’s rather ridiculous for me to write this, as it seems to be the only thing that I ever write about. It’s almost like I am trying to farm sympathy points for myself or something, though it be a subconscious act on my part. At any rate, it is something that I just cannot help but do.
There are things that I enjoy doing with life. I have some hobbies. Take reading, for example. I have so much stuff that I desire to read. My library, the amount of books I personally own, would take me quite some time to read. This is something that I genuinely am interested in doing, but I need to buckle down and get a handle on that.
In addition to this impulsive drive of mine to read, there are other pursuits that interest me. I will elaborate on those at a later date.
I wasn’t really sure where I wanted to go with this post. I figured I’d waste a few minutes on pumping something out on this blank canvas before me, so I can give myself the false impression that I had a productive day today.
I will end this shanty post of mine by saying that I am going to begin reading my own collection of books, manga, etc. If I were to guess how much of what I have read out of my own library, I’d say 30% (at the very most). That’s probably pushing it, to be honest.
If nothing else, this can serve as accountability for myself. It will be me making note of the fact that I intend on going through the hoard of books at my disposal. Unsurprisingly, I will be making note of my progress on here as well.