slow sunday morning viii
Sooo, when I made my morning coffee, which is what I consider the start of the slow morning, it was just before 12. Now, it's 12:51, but I still consider it morning.
The canal across the way from my window is open for skaters now, and the leaves have long fallen. I've been watching little groups go back and forth on the ice for the last little while in the (NOT) afternoon sun. I've been in this city for 2 years now and I still haven't skated, which feels wrong. I'll surely have to at some point before I leave, I just don't really feel like buying skates. Maybe just watching people go by is good enough for now.
I've been trying to fit as much of my own fun work in before studio takes over in the form of con moto (my zine), piano, and everything else that I do outside of architecture. The trouble that I have, especially with the zine, is making myself do anything on a certain timeline. Con moto is monthly, which means I must put something out every month. Hell, even these slow sunday mornings accidentally became weekly, although I stopped them while I was home for the winter break.
Here's the thing about creating a rigid schedule for a project. No one is really waiting for me to put out another issue of con moto. No one's life will drastically change should they not find another computer paper issue in their mailbox next month. Along that line of thinking, it's really easy to say, well, no one will notice if I just stop. I thought of it last month when I was absolutely drenched in exam prep. I thought of it until I was laying out my portfolio a couple of weeks ago.
Suddenly, I was looking at 6 months worth of consistent effort all in one page, each cover different but matching each other in their own way, mostly by way of Helvetica. All of them were filled with things that were so intrinsically connected to that specific period in which they were written. October is still a traumatizing one to look at for me, as I wrote about the Toronto Blue Jays (may the 2025 season rest in peace..), but even as I was only watching the Jays over any other hobby and drowning in schoolwork, I still managed to put a zine out.
I owe it to myself at this point to keep going with it, whether people are waiting for it or not. It's like my personal month log at this point.
These Sundays I don't take as seriously, however I do try to keep up with my accidental routine. There's just something about sitting in your bed with coffee that makes you want to write about nothing!