Immutable stuff

 

I randomly borrowed an ebook on E.B. White’s Writings from the New Yorker from 1927-1976. Now, I understand if you suddenly thought to yourself “ooh, Anna’s being highbrow” no, no, no. The fact is I’m lowbrow or low-of-center…a higbrow climber…? I assure you that I impulsively hit the “borrow” button on my Libby* app because I was looking for something entertaining. And by entertaining: a romance novel. I did borrow one yesterday but after a couple of pages, I was “meh.” I then thought, you know what, how about a magazine? So I typed “New Yorker” mainly because I’ve been getting advertisements on social media about a trial subscription, which I’ve successfully resisted aside from all other types of promotions online. Here we are. It’s great…lots of bite-sized essays about all types of topics. Kind of like this blog. Anyway, disillusionment…affinity for the immutable when much older. Huh (scratching my chin). Yeah.

*If you haven’t heard of it and have a North American Library Card from your local library, I highly recommend that you check it out.

5 minutes

 

The condition is that once you opt for either, you must do it. Just 5 minutes for your well-being.

• Choice A: https://youtu.be/vZFYjKkZuuU
• Choice B: https://youtu.be/aPYmZOhJF5Q

Imaginings, dreams, fatigue

 

Obnoxious-looking watermark 

courtesy of the iPhone Photos "edit" feature

More than halfway through the first month of the new year and I'm confident that everyone is already feeling fatigued or jaded because of this pandemic. Hence, the image of sugary treats above to fuel the need for some sensory stimulation. Since the holidays, I've been looking forward to the end of a work day and weekends to watch a few fantasy series shows, read inspirational/spiritual books, and set aside time to breathe and be aware of what my body is feeling at a given moment. I've tried to cut down on screen time (the social media kind), mainly because my work hours are mostly spent looking at two screens and it certainly helped with any kind of physical strain I feel anywhere. I've rekindled my nightly routine of diffusing essential oils--well, we know what that normally led to based on my previous posts: strange dreams. Interestingly...strange yet pleasant dreams. That I forget when I wake up...well, not completely. Pleasant circumstances and pleasant characters. Many thanks to my subconscious. I suppose that mustering any effort to care for one's consciousness, whether through less exposure to technological doom scrolling or giving more attention to breathing, is reflected back by one's subconscious in the form of pleasant dreams. And hey, when I say pleasant...as in wholesome pleasant dreams, okay? :) Just making light of things. No profound realizations today—like most days. Hah. Cheers.