It’s time for new year’s resolutions and goals that I’m totally gonna fail at but I can’t resist on setting. There is a sick satisfaction on paving the way in detail for a whole year, then two months in, forget about the damn map you so enthusiastically drew, set another path as reality strikes you with obstacles and new ideas, and in the end of year, realize you’ve ended up to a whole new planet where nothing is horrible but, well, you have to admit that you’re not where you wanted to be.
This summer was long.
Mind you, it wasn’t bad and I’m in no way complaining, but the damn thing was so long that I was erasing days from the calendar, one by one, until the arrival of September. Fortunately, the weather changed alongside the month. September brought my vacation, my marriage, and beautiful moments with my family and close friends that made all this dragging worthwhile.
For a while now, I have been flirting with the idea to make myself get out every day and go to a café to write. From previous experiences, it has always helped me when I was serious about the work I wanted to do and the fact that I needed a distraction-free environment (yes, I mean the internet).
I like being around of people when I work. I like the voices around me that make no sense, the random noise in the café, the music in the background that most times is unbearable, people moving around endlessly. All these create a kind of white noise that helps me focus. It’s enough for me to shut it out, and not enough to distract me.