So this is the beginning of my annual “i-can’t-believe-the-semester’s-almost-gone-and-I’ve- still-got-ridiculous-amounts-of-stuff-to-do” gripe.
Wait. No. There’s no need for a beginning; that pretty much sums it up.
With literally 20 school days left in my semester, I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. I finally sat down and made a list of everything that I have to do between now and next Tuesday; that definitely made life suddenly more concrete and slightly more bearable. Still, that’s not saying it’s going to stand still and wait for me to catch up. I’m sprinting the last leg of the marathon and feeling a bit high from it all.
On the one hand, I truly enjoy being busy. I love always having something to do, a deadline to meet or someplace to be. I have definitely mastered the art of reading/writing/applying make-up while driving. [Cell phone usage is quite passe.]
Despite my love for activity, I find myself dreading the nagging feeling that somewhere, at some point and without any reason whatsoever, I forgot something – hence the compulsive list-writing. There is a lack of sleep friends find easy to discern during the season of Rachel as the headless chicken. My tendency to utter random phrases with no connection to the present conversation or a strange inability to separate days and events are both key indicators. There are, of course, moments in which I breathe free, but a vast majority of those are stolen from other projects which fell lower on the totem pole of priorities. Is this one of those things where I just need to learn to say no?\
At any rate, with the help of a day planner, Google Calendar, a little caffeine and good friends who remind me of what day it is I believe I shall, once again, emerge triumphant.
