I thought I’d share things about my daily life here for the 1st time. Usually I write about some special topic and avoid making self-centred rants online. But I have found myself returning to blogs which talk about shopping sheets or something else completely irrelevant just to muse myself. I like to read about the most mundane things people take time to write about. It gives me comfort.
Worlds are not changed or created in a day. Neither will every single word be immortal and form great art together with other words. Even if this would be an ideal goal – let’s face it: there’s so many little things going on all the time that there’s barely enough time to make it all happen. I am not saying working hard and pursuing your dreams wouldn’t make things happen but I am saying that there’s many very humane, small things that we like to do every day, choose to do every day and have to live with.
For an example, the following:
I like to do the laundry in the afternoons. The soft fabrics and the tide pod smell fill the tiny apartment. I like to drink soymilk and coffee from a very big beige mug and keep my journal going. It is a black faux leather covered one, which I scribble mostly about work and drinking coffee at home, whilst doing the laundry. I like to think I would go photographing more but rarely do. You know, take those snazzy pictures for the blog or update Instagram with, where I would be posing in front of beautiful local buildings, in excellent make-up and styling. I rarely do bother to take the tripod and the actual Nikon out. I would like to motivate myself to do this somehow but instead post a whole lot of #throwback-pictures that don’t even look like me anymore. I sometimes watch the shows like the Kardashians from the telly and sometimes a thriller from Netflix. I would watch more romcoms if I was alone but I live with a man who likes his movies “difficult”.
Last night I was celebrating a poet’s book launch in a restaurant. I met very interesting people in the party, talked about Hebrew and my hometown, and went for an after party with this gorgeous waitress and her friend just around the corner. I walked down the street back home without my heels on and was giddy about life. Maybe I’ve made new friends now.
Tonight I still have an intention to clean the bathroom, take a long shower and get ready for tomorrow. I just finished filing my paperwork for the next month and am just casually typing in every single thing that I have to keep in mind right now in order to make life pleasant, and easy. Tomorrow afternoon I will be going to the library to rewrite (…the stars… ehm…) my poetry for the book launching later in autumn. I also am going to work in the morning to teach Finnish culture and language to immigrants. Presumably we are reading books, playing word games and listening to some music for a couple of hours. Then I have a meeting scheduled to talk about my upcoming movie – and it’s sound edit – with my boss.
This all may be irrelevant but I thought it would be nice to know what kind of life I am living. All of this might be soon forgotten, if read at all, but it doesn’t really matter. This makes me happy.