Dear November,
Do you ever want to do something so badly, but the executive part of your body simply gives up? There are a lot of things that I want to do, but they die once my limbs and my brain realize, this is work? We have to work for this? because I have structured myself towards maximum convenience, and somehow all the things that I want to do and learn are out of those boundaries. I want to run around town and lose my breath and exercise! What? I have to sweat and hurt and look a little like a hooligan for that? And then I go back to binging the fourth season of Parks and Rec. November, convenience will be the death of me. I had all this time to write and think and read today, and I wasted it on checking my Polyvore and watching aforementioned comedy and practicing music I was already good at. I would be frustrated at myself, apparently that's not convenient.
I'm sorry, November. I shouldn't rant at you. Honestly, I shouldn't rant at all. I just want to get things done, and I can't. Sometimes I'm so scared of getting behind and procrastinating that I waste time doing just that. Ugh.
Well, I guess my parents at least did something productive today. They went out machine washer-shopping. Of course, given my parents, it'll be forever until they decide on something. And I wonder where I get my perfectionistic tendencies from.
Anyway, I'll write to you more tomorrow. I have a rehearsal tomorrow for band, and I need to burn off any nervous energy before I can actually fall asleep.
Good night, Esther
YOU ARE READING
dear november
SachbücherThis is a compilation of letters I wrote daily during the month of November, starting November fourth, skipping one day? two days? and ending on November 30th. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the...
