Tales, illustrations, diary
Yesterday was a day off from work and so, after completing my to-do list for the day - which I finished later than I had planned but better than I expected (because I expected not to complete it) - I enrolled Might Could Studios course on sketch booking. Like if I was one of those drawing... Continue Reading →
I wanted to improve myself, I wanted to make some changes, and all of this, simply because I wanted to be happier and more satisfied with myself. Now that some changes have been made, I notice that I'm starting to like things that don't belong to the tastes of my old self. Yet, today I found... Continue Reading →
I'm sharing this diary entry from almost one year ago, asking if someone can relate. I spent the day reading Goodbye, things by Fumio Sasaki and going through my things, deciding what to keep and what to let go. It appears that every time I look at a drawer or at an item I see it... Continue Reading →
Or a discarded and reprised post about minimalism and personal uniform. Like the healing process of my scalded hand, I'm almost there, but not there yet. The fasting from clothes shopping I'm forcing on myself is a sharpening tool. Literally, it means that some weeks ago I found myself in a mood prone to... Continue Reading →
When I act intentionally, with purpose, confusion drifts away and I feel calm and righteous. Confusion, though, is attractive and sometimes I feel it’s the only emotional state I can have. The seldom moments of serenity I experience from time to time prove me that it’s not true, but I have to find ways to trigger... Continue Reading →
