For the past year and a half I lived in Cambridge, worked full-time, and did all sorts of including but not limited to: having hour long phone calls with insurance companies, collecting money from 9 other roommates and mailing out the rent checks, making the switch from crazy college party to mild adult dinner party I’ll write about that experience more in depth in another blog, but the biggest change from being a full-time student to being a full-time employee is time. As a student, depending on what you’re involved in, you can have a lot of “free time”, free in the sense that you don’t have that many true obligations and Places You Need To Be At. Even when I was juggling classes, DormCon, and other dorm obligations, I had a fair amount of “free time”. Of course, many of those free hours could (and probably should) have been spent doing homework and studying, but in reality, I could have done anything during that time. Spontaneous Tuesday Afternoon Ramen in Harvard Square? Sure! Lying in the grass on Killian Court for an hour after a 1pm class? Great! Time was so much more nebulous, and I existed in a constant state of “how should I be spending my time?”. Working, on the other hand, is much more rigid, depending on where you are. For the most part, I had to be at work from 10AM-6PM, Monday through Friday. Spontaneity was essentially thrown out of the window. By the end of the work day, I’d feel pretty burnt out and want to do nothing but mindlessly tune out.
In years past, when I wasn’t working, I’d spend my summers lounging around the house, playing video games, watching television, and being completely bored out of my mind. By July, even the television I hungrily waited all year to watch would bore me, funnily enough, when I applied to become a blogger, and the prompt asked me about my typical Tuesday, I wrote about this nonsensical routine of nothingness As May hit, the summer was approaching, and the days remaining at my job counted down, I could see myself straddled firmly within the Line of Unproductivity.
When I was working, I had the discipline to follow a rigid work schedule, but little time or motivation to do anything else. In school, I had an average amount of time, and enough discipline to get my work done, but not enough to spare. Without school or work, I had endless time and no discipline whatsoever. I desperately needed to break free. So, when I had a free summer for the first time since high school, I knew things had to be different this time around. I knew as soon as I returned to MIT, it’d be too easy to become swamped with classwork and forgo my other interests.
I set out to learn the art of scheduling, and the importance of having things to do even when you don’t technically have things to do. I’d written down a few loose goals for the summer – read more books, write more, exercise more, and other things like that. I drafted up a weekly schedule and tested it, adjusting it as I went, adding or removing things I felt would make it better. The first draft of that is here:
As a creature of habit, I knew that simply doing things repetitively would set the groundwork for continuing to do it. A tip experienced artists always give is to just Do It, Do It even when you don’t want to, Do It even if you aren’t motivated, because simply Doing It will achieve two things; one, you’ll make more progress than if you didn’t, and two, Doing It will get easier and easier when you keep at it. The same applies to things like working out, eating healthier, doing chores, and other things that are really good for you but kind of hard to start doing.
At the beginning of the summer, I had hoped to follow this schedule to the T every day and hour, but that wasn’t realistic. Some days, I was traveling, or at the beach, or going on a spontaneous date, or even just recovering from an injury on my foot. I also had to adjust my goals to fit in with real world realities. Even though I didn’t follow it rigidly, it’s still achieved the goal for me, and taught me the value of something I didn’t even recognize: flexibility. I was kind to myself when I missed things, regardless of the reason. Here are a few of the things I’ve accomplished.
- I’ve rediscovered my love for reading! In the past three months, I’ve finished reading more full novels this isn't to say that it's impressive, more that i hadn't seriously read since graduating high school I kicked off the summer with by picking up David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest again, after trying (and failing) to read it two summers ago. After that, I read Cixin Liu’s Three Body Problem, A Game of Thrones, a speculative-fiction-meets-astronomy-textbook read called What If the Earth Had Two Moons?, and part of a book explaining calendars throughout human history. I’m currently reading Phillip Pullman’s The Golden Compass and the second book in the A Song of Fire and Ice series, A Clash of Kings.
- I’ve been writing… sort of. I attempted to start writing a novel at the beginning of the summer, before realizing there were too many kinks in plot lines and characters and the like. So, instead, I’ve been reading for inspiration, researching history and astronomy and evolution, and cataloging it all into notebooks and Google Docs. It’s been fun. A few things I’ve learned during the process: human retinas are made up of cones and rods, cones allow you to see colors in bright light, and rods allow you to see better in the dark, which is why colors appear nearly indistinguishable at night. Ancient birds were one of the only creatures to survive the mass extinction that wiped out dinosaurs. It’s very easy to start on a Wikipedia page about The Solar System, and end up on one about Memes, if you’re really in it.
- I’m more organized than I’ve ever been. The worst part of being a normal, functioning adult is all of the “housekeeping” you get to do to keep your life functioning. Things like, making sure to get some exercise in before it’s 9pm and you realize you haven’t moved from the roughly 1,000 square feet that is your home, deep-cleaning your kitchen so you don’t have recurring ant infestations, washing your sheets once a week because you really should be doing that, and getting groceries often enough that you aren’t left with no food in your home, hungry at midnight. It becomes so much easier to deal with the less “fun” parts of life when they have places and times. I clean my house’s kitchen every Monday at 5pm. I do laundry every 5pm on Tuesdays (clothes) and Thursdays (sheets). My roommates and I get groceries every Sunday.
- I had fun. I went to a Carly Rae Jepsen concert, where my friends and I donned glitter and colors all over, sung our hearts out, and had one of the best nights I’ve ever had. My entire house (all 7 of us!) went to upstate New York for a weekend for what became an impromptu house retreat. My roommate and I like, 1AM the night before last minute to New York and went to NYC’s Pride Parade. I bought Fire Emblem: Three Houses, and have spent an embarrassing amount of time playing it (and you should all too). I finally bit the bullet and tried the famous hole-in-the-wall Udon place, Yume Ga Arukara, after waiting on line for about an hour. It was worth it.
Scheduling helped form the foundation of new, healthier habits. Waking up at the same time every day, along with eating around the same time every day has done something magical to my mental wellbeing. Or maybe that was just all the sunshine. I actively want to read again, and do so almost every day, even when I’m not following my schedule. I keep my space tidy, since doing a little bit every week is a lot easier than doing it all at once every few months. In the routine, it becomes hard to forget about what needs to be done. Most importantly, I let myself breathe in between my responsibilities, because it’s a lot easier to stay afloat when there’s air in your lungs.
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