#working too hard

[deadgirlvibin]

Another day, another challenge.

It's okay if you don't think your mornings are productive

It's okay if you're tired because the night was harsh

It's okay if you need more than one cup of tea to properly function during online classes.

So, how to not let a tired morning ruin your day?

Get on your feet. No matter how shitty it feels.

You can do this.

Too tired to brush for three whole minutes? Do it for thirty seconds.

Opening windows feel like too much of a hassle? Keep your plant baby in the window which needs sunlight and fresh air and while you're doing it for them, let the fresh air hit you right in the face.

In no particular order, you can stretch, or lie around, or read a book, and it's still going to be okay.

You have made it to another new day. And that's what matters.

[writefightandflightclub]

Deadline day... 💀 Then I wanna sleep for 46 hours.

[rotationalsymmetry]

Commenting on without reblogging.

My personal approach when I was in college is I wouldn’t short myself on sleep to study. I’d only stay up late if it was a project due the next day (not a test, a paper or presentation or something.)

At this point in my life, there’s no way I’d skip sleep for a work project no matter how important. (I mean. Apart from the chronic illness thing.)

Consider: most jobs have normal work hours. School not having normal work hours is nice in some ways (pick up game of hacky sack whenever you want) and not so good in others, and “staying late at work” being pushed out to “staying up late for class” is one of them.

Yeah, students are typically young adults and young adults usually have a higher tolerance for skipping sleep. And there’s something to be said for seeing what it’s like to stay up really late at some point in your life.

But do it for fun. Not for work. Work is never worth throwing your self-care off for. Like, it’s only worth if it would fuck up your self care more not to (like you need to work extra to make rent or pay for your meds.)

And that assignment isn’t nearly as important as you think it is.

If you’re always running behind, (at least) one of three things is happening: you need to work on your time management skills, you have a disability that needs more accommodation, or you’re just plain trying to do too much. Habitually running behind is not normal. If it seems like everyone else is habitually running behind, then your school or social environment is not normal.

[genesissane]

Writing Prompt 93

“You need to stop, X.  You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Y said after watching from the doorway for a few minutes.  X shook their head and threw another punch at the bag, sweat soaking their hair.  “Why are you doing this to yourself?”  Y took a few steps closer and X flinched.

“I’m not going to be at their mercy ever again,” they said, not stopping.

“You’re making yourself ill.  You need to train in moderation so you don’t hurt yourself.”  It was a mistake to put their hand on X’s shoulder.  X whirled, fist raised to protect themself, wild looking in their eyes.  They flinched back when they realised who it was.

[angelwingsl3]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 11 is live!

For those of us working from home, some days we work a little too hard.

Art by @blu-scribbles/ @blueboxness

[tiny-dragon-of-hope]

I'm working on this one drawing for a competition, and the last day of entering is the 16th, and I'm driving myself crazy with being busy between gaming, work, and drawing 😂 But I'm just so darned addicted and it's not helping my procrastination, rip. Also, I've been really sleep deprived lately and I'm seeing some crazy cool hallucinations of dancing shadows chanting songs at me from my peripherals and I'm beginning to just accept it and love it.

My delusions are being weird and I need sleep, so whatever I've been saying might be deleted later if I deem it actually really weird when I come to my senses.

[kalira]

Needed Relief (Hellsing minific; Alucard & or / Integra)

"Alucard, no," Integra said without lifting her head, rolling her pen over her index finger and pointing the back end of it at a particularly enterprising bit of shadow that had inched its not-muzzle over onto the surface of her desk, "I am not in the mood." "Why, my Master, I know not what you mean?" Alucard chuckled, his voice coming from everywhere and nowhere in particular in that way that made the maids skitter about the corridors when they heard him. "Are you ever in the mood?" he added dryly. Integra snorted, fighting down a smile, for all the aggravation of dealing with Alucard. "One would think you might be better at sounding innocent," she said, shifting to lean one elbow on her desk - the semi-monstrous shadows were still darkening the corners of the room and gamboling like hopeful puppies around her, "after so many centuries of practise lying." Alucard materialised at last only to give her a wounded expression that hardly suited his face as he sank into a chair before her desk without invitation, hands over his cold heart. "Master, would I lie to you?" Integra smirked, barely noticing the fading of her tension headache as she indulged her servant - at least in banter, in granting her attention. "What do you want, Alucard?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I gave up keeping this one to three sentences . . . and now I kind of want to expand it further. We shall see.

(Originally written for the prompt any, any or any/any, the shadows come out to play on rthstewart’s 3 Sentence Ficathon)

[behind-the-veil-of-sanity]

WITHERING LOWS