Schedules are the death of my creative spirit. If you’ve ever felt hindered because there was a schedule you had to keep, that is a part of your self being murdered.
Like holding back the ocean with a toothpick. You fucking can’t do it, so why? Why? Do tell me a good reason why.
Schedules are laborious, guilt-ridden, self-imposing and self-suffocating. Some schedules will suit the nature of the person well. Active movement of the body for exercise is one. Connections with your closest loved ones while one or both of you is away is another
Yes! Somebody that agrees with me.