(yet another) blank slate

[helenic]

There's something about the term system I find inherently pleasing. Maybe it's because I changed school and house so often as a child that I got used to it, but the idea of starting completely afresh three times a year just seems designed for me. By the time ten weeks in a place have gone by I've worked up so much mental and emotional clutter (not to mention the usual state of my room and ability to meet deadlines) that the thought of cutting it all loose and rebuilding from scratch is invariably an appealing one.

This term I've resolved to go to all of my lectures - my timetable is lighter since I've dropped Art & Arch and Linguistics, so I have no excuse - and to read my texts properly, in the original, rather than relying on translations like last term. I'm also working on decorating my room slightly differently; a fairylight trellis above the bed, two new posters (Choirgirl Tori and a black and white photograph of New York Grand Central Station in 1930) and a rug that used to be in our house at Croxton, infused with memories of lying in front of coal fires with our dog and playing marbles with my brother. I love change, especially the kind (like terms) that is refreshing but at the same time won't be so very different from before. I have an ideal about transience, a continual movement of time and habits that makes any sort of stagnation impossible, that I can't help but find inspiring. I know there will always be constants, and my own character is particularly hard to change, for the better or otherwise; but this new, early-morning feeling leaves me so optimistic I always want to make the most of it, while I can.

Comments

[chinalost.livejournal.com]

your journal is so full of lovely words, may i add you? xxo.

[libellum.livejournal.com]

please do :)