→ NEWS: (≧▽≦)/ Post Schedule Changes!

Close your eyes.

Do you hear the sounds of the ocean?

No? 

Well, listen closer.

Hear the tides ebb and flow effortlessly with the ups and downs of life.

Doesn’t that sound just wonderful?

LOLOL

Of course not.

I wish life were that calming.

Any creature who breathes, including plants, knows that life is more like a squiggly line drawn by a 5 year old rather than a serene, oscillation of the ocean.

Which is why, I've decided to switch things up a bit.

Instead of publishing each Wednesday of every week, I will delay the Secret Story of a Song (SSOS) postings to the 3rd Wednesday of every month. (5POM postings will remain unchanged.)

This switch up will take effect after August 25, 2021.

There's a couple of reasons why I've decided to slow things down a bit:

1. I am in the last year of my undergrad degree at the moment and I want to focus on graduating, and getting a job.

2. Each post takes a shit-ton of work and I don't want to sacrifice quality, so I'm sacrificing quantity.

3. I want to continue this blog long-term without going mentally insane.

4. I have a feeling you have other priorities other than this blog, so you should focus on those things too.

I hope this schedule change doesn't make you too mad, I mean, I highly doubt that you care as much as I do about this, but yeah.

I'll still be here in the future, because I love doing this blog regardless of who reads it or not.

Have a good day <3

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