Thanks for all your love on my last post. You really are the best readers ever, and I'm thankful for each and every one of you. Today I'm stuck in my house (my house is really an apartment that I always call a house) with work up to my ears. I got really freaked out yesterday when I discovered that the rest of my college career will probably be mostly work and not a lot of play. I guess the result is pretty worth it, but in the midst of it all it gets a little stressful.
I'm trying to be optimistic about it all. And by optimistic I mean not breaking down in tears every time I think about the next 2.5 years that will be my life. I know I'm completely capable of everything that's ahead of me, but in the moment things just feel impossible. I'm sure we've all had moments like that — everything seems like it's cycloning around my head and there is nothing for me to do but sit here and watch the show. People always tell you that college will be the time of your life, but I guess they leave out the part about working your butt off and feeling like nothing is ever truly accomplished.
I know that things will start to work themselves out, and soon enough I'll see that everything is fine, and that I can totally do this, but right now I think I just need .5 seconds to panic, freak out, exclaim that I can't do this anymore, and make absurd threats about dropping out.
And once I'm done with all that, I'll let you know how I'm doing.
(What do you do to relieve stress? Really. I need tips asap.)
Oh, and to be clear: I still am totally in love with my major and everything it represents, but everyone's entitled to a breakdown now and then, right?
Have a wonderful Sunday!
P.S. My sister's blog is no longer private, which means you should totally check it out. But be forewarned, you will fall in love with her life.