It is only half an hour away from the end of day one of week one of the new quarter and I’m already stressed. Between classes and running around figuring out a way to pass Chinese 4 and collecting forms for my job, I spent minimal time sitting down, and now, when I’m supposed to be doing two chapters and two articles of reading, all I want to do is lie down and breathe as slowly as possible.
And yet, I continue to line up more work for myself- looking into doing an internship, taking on another job, searching for volunteering opportunities, I can’t stop won’t stop don’t stop and if I’m unable to find a better method of coping with my stress I know that I’ll crumple and I won’t be able to do jack shit.
I’ve always considered myself a cheerful and go-with-the-flow kind of person, but now I’m realizing that the same force that propels my optimism forward is the one that tells me that if I don’t just shut the fuck up and buckle down my life will be insignificant.