i have always wanted to keep notes but had struggled with it until I started to be okay with taking imperfect notes and storing them imperfectly – i call it my second subconscious instead of second brain: #obsidian #blogging
today i questioned what is the point of online publishing for me while in the process of publishing a photoessay so i wrote about it (it may sound cynical so don't click if you're allergic to that sort of thing): #streetphotography #blogging
i packed some of my doom piles and i barely reached the tip of the iceberg
is it cheating if i read graphic novels for my yearly reading goal
wrote about how i feel like i have the emotional maturity of a child, how i have a deep fear of my loved ones ageing and dying, and that i am waiting for myself to grow up: #blogging #writing
I am obsessed with drawing (particularly sketchbooks) in many ways, but I don't enjoy doing it myself. wrote a post examining the strange relationship i have with it: #blogging
I just finished "being mortal" by Atul Gawande – had it for a long while but never felt like reading it. recently i finally felt like i was ready to meet this book. i regularly write about meeting people where they are, i realised it is possible to find books that meet us where we are too. no one likes to talk about growing old, having a terminal illness, end-of-life care, and dying – but denying these conversations will make us unable to cope with these situations when the time comes.
what i learned from strength training is to clench my butt whenever i am lifting something heavy
[tw: suicide] had a lot of thoughts and feelings after Baek Se-hee's passing, so I wrote: