There are days when the pace is so fast, when there are so many things to finish and turn in, so many places to be and people to meet with, that essentials like eating, remembering your key, or putting on a dash of mascara go by the wayside. Those days when, no matter how fast you move or how many things you accomplish, you're still behind. All day spent running just 2 seconds behind the bus.
That's today. Today's been full of meetings, classes, finishing and submitting a paper, more classes, forgotten assignments, and a backlog of club emails that need to be sent. A friend called me who's depressed and wants to grab dinner. Skype dates, and phone dates, and siblings texting due to frustrations. Roommates relentlessly tease since I didn't go drinking with them on the weekend and spend too much time studying in my room or talking with the boyfriend. Work keeps scheduling me, filling every last spare hour I have...while coworkers desperately text asking for emergency coverage.
Stop! There are days when I just want to curl up in a little ball and hide from the world. I have no more pep-talks to give, no more optimism to share, no more energy to spend. I want to be a hermit. I want to watch the fog roll of the ocean, drink my coffee, and actually READ for my classes. And go to bed on time. And not feel like I'm going to die every time I wake up.
Gotta go. I'm late to class.
That's today. Today's been full of meetings, classes, finishing and submitting a paper, more classes, forgotten assignments, and a backlog of club emails that need to be sent. A friend called me who's depressed and wants to grab dinner. Skype dates, and phone dates, and siblings texting due to frustrations. Roommates relentlessly tease since I didn't go drinking with them on the weekend and spend too much time studying in my room or talking with the boyfriend. Work keeps scheduling me, filling every last spare hour I have...while coworkers desperately text asking for emergency coverage.
Stop! There are days when I just want to curl up in a little ball and hide from the world. I have no more pep-talks to give, no more optimism to share, no more energy to spend. I want to be a hermit. I want to watch the fog roll of the ocean, drink my coffee, and actually READ for my classes. And go to bed on time. And not feel like I'm going to die every time I wake up.
Gotta go. I'm late to class.
2 comments:
No matter how fast I dance I'm not dancing fast enough. Yep - I know this one.
¡Ánimos y Amor!
*hug* I know exactly what you're feeling, Risa. Lo siento, querida. Praying for you to carry peace throughout the busyness of the days!
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