This week was crazy; easily the worst week of my semester. Right after Spring Break I had two papers due and a midterm. I pulled an all-nigher from Tuesday to Wednesday, and then another one from Wednesday to Thursday. But I survived. Surprisingly, I did not ask for an extension, and I did not hand in anything late. Granted, my papers weren't perfect, but they were good, or decent at least.
This week taught me a lesson of breathing myself through things. On Monday at around 4pm, after running errands all day and not having started my many assignments, I was freaking out. I don't want to be overly dramatic, but I really felt almost a sense of despair, and was worried about not finishing all that I had to do. But I realized that the assignments would still be there, regardless if I was freaking out or calm. And so I breathed deeply. At first I thought I only had two papers due this week. Then, as I went to my discussion section on Monday, I realized that I also had a midterm on Thursday--panic attack. And again, BREATHE DEEPLY, BREATHE, BREATHE, BREATHE. There were a series of events all throughout this week for which my first instinct was to panic, but I had to practice taking two steps back, and breathing. It's like that phrase "Lord, grant me patience...but hurry!" and then what happens is that you get really nerve-racking situations, and become patient by practicing patience. It's quite Aristotelian in its habit-forming character.
Anyway, I survived. And I just wanted to share that with you. I've surprised myself. And now, after three weeks, I will finally get to see my girlfriend again today. It's the best thing I could have asked for, my light at the end of the tunnel. She's my light.
And finally, for your hearing pleasure, a song that helped me stay calm this week. It just reminds, when I need to be reminded the most, how great life is.
This week taught me a lesson of breathing myself through things. On Monday at around 4pm, after running errands all day and not having started my many assignments, I was freaking out. I don't want to be overly dramatic, but I really felt almost a sense of despair, and was worried about not finishing all that I had to do. But I realized that the assignments would still be there, regardless if I was freaking out or calm. And so I breathed deeply. At first I thought I only had two papers due this week. Then, as I went to my discussion section on Monday, I realized that I also had a midterm on Thursday--panic attack. And again, BREATHE DEEPLY, BREATHE, BREATHE, BREATHE. There were a series of events all throughout this week for which my first instinct was to panic, but I had to practice taking two steps back, and breathing. It's like that phrase "Lord, grant me patience...but hurry!" and then what happens is that you get really nerve-racking situations, and become patient by practicing patience. It's quite Aristotelian in its habit-forming character.
Anyway, I survived. And I just wanted to share that with you. I've surprised myself. And now, after three weeks, I will finally get to see my girlfriend again today. It's the best thing I could have asked for, my light at the end of the tunnel. She's my light.
And finally, for your hearing pleasure, a song that helped me stay calm this week. It just reminds, when I need to be reminded the most, how great life is.
