March 30, 2002: Biking in my backyard.

(and 7) I excavated a storage file holding papers from my elementary school days in Los Angeles while decluttering my home in Beijing at the beginning of the year. I had planned to make a project of digitising all those documents—diaries, short stories, drawings, homework—but my family and I left Beijing in a hurry before the epidemic shut down the country. I did manage to copy down entries from two diaries before I left though.

I woke up to Philly on the first of spring and almost cried. On my way to tackle the daunting task of shopping for groceries, I passed by a transformed park. The previous afternoon, eight people from four local floral and events companies teamed up to deck out Rittenhouse Square with flowers from events cancelled due to the coronavirus.

Buckled in a plane, the engine droning steadily in the background, not a notification alert to be heard, high in the sky with clarity of mind, and I feel relief. How often do you get a moment like this, so entirely to yourself?

The most common reason I see for why people who like the idea of bullet journaling don’t bullet journal is because they don’t have the time for it or they feel like they aren’t artistic enough. Even the beginner’s guides or suggestions for “simple” spreads out there seem more elaborate than necessary, so I don’t blame them. But bullet journaling doesn’t have to be time consuming or artistic. You’ve heard this before, but I’m here for the real lazy ones, or as I like to think of us as, the real efficient ones ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و