My weekend was busy, and busy with a variety of social events, work and personal time. It wasn’t the activities themselves but simply the existence of activities available for me to participate. Thursday night bled into Friday morning, which consisted of breakfast with a friend, then that friend accompanying me to collect tools for the upcoming volunteer day, then babysitting 8 and 11 year-old boys while their mother attended the Adele concert until 11:30. Take note that I’m usually in bed by 10/10:30.
I woke up early Saturday morning and met the volunteers at Festival Beach, near the Hostel. A generous man donated 150 Mexican Plum saplings, which he had been growing for two years already! So I wondered how I would function better with a greener thumb…From volunteering, I went to a quick workout at Orange Theory (new fitness craze that is so so challenging) then Wurst Fest with a friend until 1:00 AM. Remember 10/10:30.
Sunday morning I walked to 11th and Congress to visit the Texas State Book Fair. I, along with hundreds of other attendees between the ages of 7 and 12, witnessed the odd funny man who is RL Stine, the childrens-horror-fiction writer of Goosebumps and other series (which were banned from my conservative baptist elementary school). He read from his new book Young Scrooge, and I felt nostalgic for the elation I used to feel at Christmas time. I learned that the man wakes up every morning, has a cup of coffee, walks his dog, sits down to write 2000 words, and at the word 2000, he stops and takes his dog for another walk. Maybe the green thumb isn’t for me, maybe I should sit down and write 2000 words each day…
While I was waiting for my next lecture, I read and wrote (kind of) at the Hideout Coffeehouse on Congress. Then I attended a discussion on the disparity between equity and equality with Jeff Chang, Mark Cunningham (I think he’s a professor at UT), and a bald guy with a goatee who serves on the Austin School Board. The discussion ranged from hiphop and Beyonce to gentrification to Viola Davis, and in the end, I was thinking of Lance Armstrong. In conclusion, it was very thought provoking.
I walked back in the rain with no umbrella, rain jacket, or rain boots (three things I own but rarely wear when necessary). It wasn’t romantic, only wet and cold.
I stayed in the library until 2:00 working on blogs and my thesis. Rereading my blogs, I confirmed that my work really does suffer after 3pm.
I didn’t take a nap or watch TV the entire weekend, and for that I feel like a: productive participant in life.
Now, there are consequences to productivity–exhaustion. Productive weekend contributes to an unproductive week. I’ll get better. Also, this isn’t even 500 words…
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