One of my goals for the new year was to take a picture every day. If you have a fancy camera you may be familiar with the situation — when you travel or do something fun it gets a ton of use, but then you’re home and you go transfer the photos and you realize you’ve shot two days in three months. I wanted to challenge myself to get better photos of everyday things, as well as find beauty in the common.
I did a fairly good job for sixteen days; on the sixteenth day, my camera made a whirring sound and said, “Error 99!” And that was that. I have now borrowed a Nikon camera from a friend, which should hold me over until I figure out what to do with my Canon. I’m waiting to hear whether it can be repaired at all, and how much it will cost me to do so. If all else fails, I can probably afford a 700D body. I’m telling myself it’s not the same as spending on a laptop that won’t last; it’s always good to have multiple camera bodies, so the 700D won’t be left in the dust whenever I have enough money to buy my dream 5D Mark — but it’s still money I wasn’t planning to spend.
What this means on a practical, blog-front level — I will hopefully have another fortnight in pictures for the middle of February, but I skipped three weeks. I still kept up with many other habits, so it’s all a work in progress and I’m not too fussed about it. I take plenty of photos — I’m a bit compulsive as a shooter — so there’s never much of an obvious gap. And here’s a summary of my January — at least the first half.
I decided to get ahead of myself and start after midnight on December 31st. This is my sister after dinner; she’ll pop up a fair bit as she’s the only person I’m around daily who is okay having her face plastered on my blog. Also she’s adorable, evidently.
To begin the year, I switched from horizontal days to vertical for my daily chart. The daily chart is inspired by bullet journals on Pinterest as well as The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin (my first book for 2016 was Better Than Before, which I hope to talk about soon; it’s 100% relevant to this habit-tracking thing I’m doing).
Does anyone remember McKayla Maroney? Because she’s why I took this picture. I miss her. I haven’t marathoned a gymnastics event since Worlds in October. I should have gymnastics to watch all the time, dammit. The Nastia Liukin Cup isn’t until March.
Somehow I’m still managing to keep up my exercising goals — I always do at least one of the exercises on my daily chart, and sometimes I do all of them! Granted, put together they all take about five minutes at most, but I’m very bad at exercise, always have been, and I need small goals to get going. Yesterday I found myself actually excited about pushing myself up on my footboard, and that’s incredible. Unfortunately I can’t get a bar, which is what I really want, but baby steps, y’all. Baby steps.
I’ve been using my usual black pen, which I’ve been loyal to since I was sixteen, no kidding; my Minted lined notebooks; and a set of Smiggle pencils I got in an event goodie bag back in London.
I hope no one’s forgotten my cat. He’s all over Twitter.
I started playing guitar again, and sort of stopped at about the same time I stopped taking pictures, which is unfortunate. I genuinely enjoy it, and I genuinely suck at it; it’s a good, pressure-free time. I took these photos one morning I got up early (!!!) and with enough energy to sing and strum first thing before my coffee.
If you’ve known me for any length of time you know I’ve been struggling and still struggle with getting out of bed in the morning. It’s been a legitimate battle for me for seven years now; I even have an email address named after this Experiments with Machines instrumental (I’m no music hipster; someone sent it to me once). The first day of 2016 was an absolute disaster in this sense, but from then on I used the motivating aspect of a fresh start to actually somehow drag myself out of bed at reasonable hours for the first time in that many years.
Then stuff happened (my father isn’t easy to live with) and I kept relapsing, and I’ve not quite got back to those steady early mornings — but I haven’t gone right back to the really late afternoons, either. I’m still trying, and I’m very proud of myself for this.
I’m playing around more with hand-lettering.
This is the day I shot this outfit, and the following photos are, for lack of a better term, my haul~.
Notebooks are seemingly my go-to when I can’t think of anything else to shoot. I streamlined the color-coding for the second daily chart of the year so I’d be able to color in multiple squares at once. I put down the note about meditation because, see, the thing about getting up in the morning for the first time in years? I was tired as hell for a while and kept lying down to meditate and accidentally napping. Not really the goal there. I’ve phased that bit out, at least.
A friend got me a tub chair. I am obsessed. I am so obsessed it’s honestly kind of ridiculous. I am sitting in it right now. I’ve wanted one forever. I am in love etc.
My cat likes my mom better than me. No one’s questioning why. He likes to bite her anyway, which is more questionable.
And that is how my year began.