To Boldly Go

a lot of you have asked how I actually use notion in my day to day life, so I’ve broken down my task manager for all of you! hope this helps :) happy notion-ing! 💖

my other posts on notion: goal setting 📚

edit: i’ve made my template available for everyone to duplicate here! happy notion-ing!

entire post below!

hello everyone! i thought i would share some keyboard shortcuts in notion that i use the most often and that save me the most time.

note: most actions from word processors, like ctrl + b for bold, will already work in notion!

#, ##, or ### + space to create large, medium, and small headings respectively

> + space to create a toggle block

/, the forward slash, lets you create any page you want. just type out what you’re looking for (i.e. page, table, link)

ctrl + \ toggles the sidebar on and off

ctrl + shift + n opens a new notion window (i use this for notetaking)

ctrl + shift + u lets you go up a level in the page hierarchy (i.e. from february to all months)

duplicate any content by holding option or alt and dragging. you can highlight as many blocks as you want

ctrl + / to change the type of blocks you have selected

ctrl + shift + p to move the page you’re on to another one (i like to use this for my article list to move them to my already read list

Oh, boy... I do. Let’s see.

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This night is now half-gone; youth goes; I am

in bed alone

Sappho, trans. by Mary Barnard in Fragments

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We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Ursula K. Le Guin, from “Nine Lives”

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My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘life and no escape.’

Anne Carson, in “The Anthropology of Water”, from Plainwater

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Heaven be praised for solitude that has removed the pressure of the eye, the solicitation of the body, and all need of lies and phrases.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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I could live there all alone, she thought, slowing the car to look down the winding garden path to the small blue front door with, perfectly, a white cat on the step. No one would ever find me there, either, behind all those roses, and just to make sure I would plant oleanders by the road. I will light a fire in the cool evenings and toast apples at my own hearth. I will raise white cats and sew white curtains for the windows and sometimes come out of my door to go to the store to buy cinnamon and tea and thread.

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

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And no one else remembers       Except the moon and I.

Roland Leighton, in “Clair de Lune”, quoted in Testament of Youth

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I have come home in love with loneliness.

L. M. Montgomery, in Anne of Avonlea

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and I was downstairs reading the part in Wuthering Heights where Heathcliff clings at the lattice in the storm sobbing Come in! Come in! to the ghost of his heart’s darling, I fell on my knees on the rug and sobbed too.

Anne Carson, from “Three”,  in The Glass Essay

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Thomas Alexander, Solitude

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—the way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.

Mary Oliver, from “We Should Be Well Prepared”, in Red Bird

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I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

Christina Rossetti, from “Who Shall Deliver Me?”, in Poems and Prose

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I know you want me to tell you that hunger and silence can lead you to God, so I will say it, but I awoke. As the nail is parted from the flesh, I awoke and I was alone.

Anne Carson, in “The Anthropology of Water”, from Plainwater

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Ce n’est pas par hasard que tu n’as jamais été aimée… Désirer échapper à la solitude est une lâcheté. / It is no coincidence that you have never been loved… Wanting to escape loneliness is cowardice.

Simone Weil, La Pesanteur et la Grâce (Gravity and Grace)

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So. What are you seeking? The image you’ve each created of the other? The people you think you love don’t exist. Not really. And that’s a very lonely place to be.

Jonathan Sims, in The Magnus Archives [MAG 159]

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aber immer wieder weggedreht, wenn du meinst, sie endlich zu erfassen. / 

over and over always turning away just as you think you have grasped it at last.

Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “Sonnet 23 (Part II)”, trans. by Martyn Crucefix in Sonnets to Orpheus

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Think of this—that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and that they were alone with each other.

A. S. Byatt, Possession

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Child of our time— haven’t you found the right shell for your soul?

Before I die I shall

Edith Södergran, excerpt of “Hope”, trans. by Herbert Lomas in Contemporary Finnish Poetry

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When they made love Geryon liked to touch in slow succession each of the bones on Herakles’ back as it arched away from him into who knows what dark dream of its own—