This morning is beautiful, not because of anything intrinsic about the day itself, but because of the way I have begun it. And despite what some writers might say about beginning each day as a new day, today’s beginning is somewhat dependent on yesterday’s end. I must acknowledge this.<\/p>\n
Yesterday wasn’t actually such a good day. Yesterday I woke up really late, after spending hours and hours watching videos on YouTube. (At least they were good videos- I feel like I made progress on my Mass Effect journey, which is something really important to me even if it doesn’t make sense to anybody else. More on that later.) That said, I neglected sleep- which might just be the most important resource ever.<\/p>\n
We didn’t sell many t-shirts yesterday, \u00a0but that was alright. We sold enough in the two days before. We packed up and left early. I spent some good quality time with my girlfriend, and then I got home.<\/p>\n
I decisively chose not to go online. I went straight to bed and picked up my notebook.<\/strong> I did 20 push-ups. I started writing down my thoughts, which I might share at a later juncture. After a while, I felt a wave of sleepiness naturally come over me. I almost fell asleep while writing- a feeling I haven’t had at a natural bedtime since I was in primary school. (It is, however, a feeling that is often encountered while at junior college, or work.)<\/p>\n This morning I woke up… I think I woke up at about 6am. What normally happens is I wake up, go back to sleep, wake up again, maybe jerk off (yes, I’m one of millions), go back to sleep… and by the time I wake up, it’s already 1pm, or 3pm, or worse. When I wake up, my mind is a whirr of static. At some point in time, my thoughts from the previous night made their way to the surface, and I rolled over and picked up my notebook and continued writing. About 10 minutes into it, my mind cleared, and I’m wide awake.<\/p>\n I still gotta do my morning 20 pushups. I’m adding reading to my bookends. So thoughts-writing + 20 pushups + water parade + reading at least a chapter, every morning and every night.<\/p>\n Beautiful life. Good start. Going to be studying all day today. Steps towards dreams? Yes.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n I made some decent progress studying. Watching\u00a0Neil Gaiman’s Commencement Address<\/a>. (Do what you were meant to do. Yes, I am meant to connect people, share great ideas and amplify signals.) Enjoying it. Reading Derek Sivers<\/a>. Enjoying it. (Whatever scares you, go do it- I’m going to do stand-up comedy tomorrow. I’m doing my A-Levels at the moment. I’m selling t-shirts, and I’m going to write like crazy.)<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n Sivers:<\/p>\n 1. You already have something that people want.<\/strong><\/p>\n It might be something you own, something you\u2019ve learned how to do, or access to valuable resources, space, or people.<\/p>\n 2. Find a way to share it with everyone who needs it.<\/strong><\/p>\n Gaiman:<\/p>\n Pretend you’re someone who can do it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This morning is beautiful, not because of anything intrinsic about the day itself, but because of the way I have begun it. And despite what some writers might say about beginning each day as a new day, today’s beginning is somewhat dependent on yesterday’s end. I must acknowledge this. Yesterday… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[23],"tags":[6,294,417],"class_list":["post-4875","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-reflections","tag-gtd","tag-memoirs-2","tag-self-analysis"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5gxNz-1gD","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4875","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4875"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4875\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10042,"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4875\/revisions\/10042"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4875"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4875"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4875"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}