Hello. I’m exhausted. I’m meeting my boyfriend and his potential client today, which happens to be my boss. I just completed my last-minute editing of the copywriting I’m supposed to do over the past two weeks. It still and will always be difficult for me to write technical writing pieces, where you can’t just go with the flow in your own words. Well, at first, I just do it out of the first words that come to my head. And then I just keep editing it, and editing it, and editing it until I feel fine with it (and hopefully my boss thinks it’s fine too).
Summary of workout today: I did quite a simple workout today. I needed to save some energy for my brainpower this evening (and I workout in the afternoon).
So I did a couple of different arm movements at 6-kg free weights for some reps, but then finish off my arm workouts with just 2-kg weights, only double the reps.
Then on with 20-minute elliptical workout with a warmup of level 5 resistance for 5 minutes. Then go up to 9, then back to 5, then to 10, then to 6, then to 12, and back down to 8, and to 13, and back down to 8, and then finally to 15, and back down at 10, and cooled off with 7.
Then I did a 30-minute treadmill workout that’s actually pretty easy. Today my housemaids served lunch real late, so I’ve still got stuff in my stomach when I workout. Trust me, it feels awful. I felt like puking the whole time.
I managed to run at 1.0 incline the whole time. At first I went up to 5.5 speed, and then 6.6, and back down to 5.6, and up to 6.7, and then go back down to 5.8, and go up to 7.1. And then I fast-walked at incline 13, and then I start to come down at incline 1 again and run a 6.6 speed. Then I sprint for a minute at 7.5 speed, and cooled down again. Then I sprint again for a minute at 8.2, and cooled down again. I raised the incline up to the maximum of 15 while fast-walking, and slowly cool down while lowering the incline by half at each 2-minute interval. And that’s it.
Today, I’ve seriously, seriously made my decision to never accept any assignment that involves with art ever again. I love art by itself, but if it’s for others, it’s not something I want to do. I already perceived work itself as a pressure. For me, writing comes naturally. But making art is too much of a hassle for me, and it’s not enjoyable. You essentially sit down for hours at a time, whereas for writing, I can write for 30 minutes at a time and do some 2 to 10-minute workouts at each breaks. I actually don’t mind achieving a saggy butt for writing’s sake, but not for making art.
That’s how stubborn I am, I guess?
No matter how much someone would pay me, I think I will not enjoy the assignment at all.
Maybe that’s what they call that passion to do what you love.