Making pseudo-lesson planner pages for myself to make sure I get things done. Apparently my brain does not wish to self-direct; it wants to be told what to do and when to do it. This is, of course, a reaction to stress. But it’s cool—bullet journaling and therapy have helped me accept that I am a) fickle about planning systems and b) need to do what works.
Watched a friend’s (hellionontherun; I have no idea how to link that?) poetry reading on Instagram this evening, which was so cool. I love the idea of people just hanging out on the internet listening to poetry, not famous people, even, just friends reading their stuff. It was lovely. Also she read my favorite of her poems, so that was cool.
Anyway, I am now
planning to steal the idea inspired to maybe do a reading over the weekend? If people would be interested? I got a poem, a couple of short things, maybe 20 minutes of my … er … dulcet tones?