Work in a new environment

Hey guys, long time no post apparently... which makes me feel terrible now because I really do want to do right by the purpose of this blog. And I am failing miserably. So I could type out a couple of excuses and make both myself and you guys feel terrible, but I'm not going to do that.

Instead, I will accept my failings as a human being with dignity, because I am aware that I have rather poor time management skills and thus need to work on them. A lot.

Especially because for this term, we have a lot of drawing projects to do, and if you are arty in any way, then you know how long it takes to finish an artwork. Especially one that will make you not cringe every time you look at it and realize that you submitted it for a mark to be assigned.

Which brings me to the topic of my blog post: I am currently working in a new environment in order to make as big of a dent as possible in the work I need to do.

So for this term, I have three essays to be written, about eight or so drawings need to be drawn, a lot of  soul searching and habit studying to be done, and lots of studying to be done.

Combine this with the fact that I live alone and thus need to clean my apartment on a weekly basis, do laundry, wash dishes and cook in order to sustain myself and successfully maintain my charade as a proper human being, I do not really have a lot of time to mess around and not work. The catch-up time would just be so stressful, and I'd probably end up doing half of my work wrong or lose files.

So, it is currently quarter past six on the eve of May 11th, 2017. I am doing laundry, and have basically moved out everything I could possibly need to study to the laundromat.

Except a desk.

And a chair.

And coffee.

Okay, maybe not everything I need to study, but all the more important items.

So while I am waiting for the washing machines and dryers, I sit (more like stand) and work, making study notes, planning out for drawings and so on. I realized the first time that I came out to the laundromat a few months ago that I would very likely become bored while waiting for my laundry to finish their cycles and need to bring stuff with me in order to keep me occupied while waiting for the washing machines and dryers to finish their respective cycles, as I could spend on average about three to four hours in the laundromat doing washing, maybe more depending on how busy it is.

Even though the environment is noisy, there's something oddly comforting about the smell of laundry detergent. Even the hum of the dryers and washing machines become soothing after a while. Which is really weird, but I guess having some background noise serving as static almost, is a thousand times better compared to the silence of my apartment.

The silence just starts to grate on your nerves. Eventually it starts to feel like you're the star of some cheesy horror, which is not a nice feeling to have, if I'm honest with you.

It's very weird, how productive you become the minute you're nowhere near a kitchen or a bathroom or a bedroom containing a lot of little doo-daas that you can use to distract yourself from what you're meant to be doing.

It makes me think that the thought, or knowing that you're somewhere near something that could help provide for one of your basic human needs, how quickly you become hungry, or tired, or need to use the bathroom, or anything else that may distract you while working.

Heck, just being here in the laundromat has helped me become productive to write this blog post!

The lesson I've now learned today as a result of me doing laundry and consequently needing to keep myself occupied, is that sometimes productivity can be born in the midst of a noisy environment and as a result of boredom.