There is a limit to being stingy.

I am definitely extremely stingy.
I hate the word 'cost-performance,' but, when I see something with good cost-performance, my heart leaps, and
I hate the word 'time-performance' even more, butI feel very happy when I do things with good time-performance.

When I was a high school student, I was desperate to fill up my planner.
I would look at my schedule, packed tight with plans, and grin.

My sister, who has always been able to live a relaxed life, used to tell me,
"You always look so busy. That schedule makes my head spin!"
She would say.

Busy = losing one's heart. That's not good; I want a life with room to breathe.
I understand that with my brain.

So, I consciously assign myself a schedule with a little bit of leeway.

But my stinginess soon shows its face.

Can't I do more? Isn't it a waste of time?After my five-day-a-week Chinese course ended, I thought I would spend some time relaxing, but after a while, I realized I was packing my schedule again—workshops, Pilates, Chinese lessons, lunch, and so on.



If I don't make plans in advance, I, being lazy, will just end up taking a nap or spacing out for the whole day.I see, I, the lazy one, am paying money and making plans to avoid my own laziness.
I know it in my head. Time spent spacing out is priceless, and naps aren't bad either.

But my stingy self pops up and says, 'What a waste!'


And so, I am about to make a decision that will probably make me suffer again.It's fine; surely, I can only afford to be this stingy while I still have the energy.

And I'm sure that once I've paid for it, I'll definitely see it through to the end.
After all, I'm stingy.

See you later. Zai jian╰(*´︶`*)╯♡