sunday night

it's 1:12 am, just finished writing an article to cap out a deliciously long sunday. a gluttonous, home-made brunch to begin the day, Flight of the Conchords and a nap to soak up the time in the middle, and a good amount of reading and writing to fill out my evening. first time since the end of the week that i've gotten to sit down and have a good, long chat with the boy too, which i'm quite happy about -- i was feeling a guilty that we hadn't talked much the past few days.

this week promises to be another long one. each week i try to align my priorities -- what i want to accomplish, things i will focus on over the next seven days. i gotta cough up money for a new membership, i'll be correcting papers every day this week (and into the weekend), i have to book a much delayed trip to the Philippines, not to mention start planning my tour of the US in January. basically, the theme for this week will be sorting shite out.

at the beginning of each month, i usually try to set a singular focus -- something i particularly want to improve on or dedicate myself to for the next thirty days. in past months i've thrown myself into budgeting, hitting the gym regularly, photography, and minimizing my wardrobe. i'm still debating as to how i want to spend this october: i've been guilting myself for some time now over my lack of commitment to regular writing and reading, though there's an opportunity a friend recently offered to get involved in meditation, which typically isn't my thing but she managed to sell me on it. there's also the issue of budgeting for the coming months and learning vietnamese -- which i still haven't done, though it's been a year since i've been in the country.

it's been a year since i've experienced autumn -- my favorite season, most likely because it merges life and death in such a dramatic, sensory way. the brilliance of red apples and the swollen spheres of golden pumpkins, the crunch of dead leaves on concrete, the crispness of the air. in the permanent summer of the tropics, these sights, sounds, and smells sit outside of daily life, though they remain vivid in my memory.

regardless, even without the sensations of autumn, i find this time of year to be, more than any other, the most introspective.