I’ve been journaling consistently for the better part of a decade, starting in Muji notebooks my sister supplied me and now mostly in Google docs. They’ve served as constant reminders that I’m still growing alongside those in my periphery. Capsules of happiness and dread are stored away for a fun read later. Entries about my dreams and goals show contrast in my focus and the pivotal moments leading up to dynamic life choices.
I seldom share full entries, as they feel deeply personal and oftentimes overly edgy; they contain rage-induced rants and unfair examinations of my surroundings. For stretches of the past 10 years, I’ve spent a lot of it in my own head, and my entries (too clearly) reflect that.
Lately, though, things have been better. I’ve always been a glutton for consuming media, hence the draft name of the substack, “in a movie theater”. Always admiring other people’s work, late nights studying were often spent dreaming of what I could one day create. Given those days have been behind me for the better part of a year, I’ve been trying to hold myself accountable to more actively pursue my hobbies.
I’m not kidding myself with desires to create something culturally impactful at scale. Instead, it’s the small daily/weekly habits that have been keeping me moving. Learning small tidbits of information I’m passingly curious about is generally enough for me.
All this to say, I can’t wait to share some of the hobbies I’ve been exploring, content I’ve been watching, and notes I’ve been taking.
see you online,
- chib
I find writing to be so therapeutic. I remember you saying this once a while ago that we all get so used to consuming things. And not just monetarily, but the types of media that we choose to consume can also say a lot about us. Having the space to write, flex your creativity, and "produce" something is pretty comforting.