Lately, as I have consumed a few books and articles lying around my room for my intellectual reading pleasure, I noticed the difference it makes upon my growth as a reader and writer. While school taught me the formulas and the creative tactics to use and develop, spending time on my own without the pressure of papers, returning to another school year, and committing myself to assigned readings, has helped me tremendously.
The difficulty seems to be moving forward in the tasks I have assigned for myself. While I spend time reading, writing, and studying, my room is neglected cleaning, my car is denied service, and a few other tasks are casually put aside for another day. This is bad!
So, in order to redeem myself I have decided to deny a few luxuries. One of these luxuries is reading. I am not allowed to read until I spend a couple hours a day cleaning my room. Another luxury is writing. Writing of any sort must be postponed until a couple of hours is spent working on my car. There, I've written down for all to see.
Well, perhaps not.
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