So it's been a while...I tend to blog more when I have exams coming up :) That way I feel mildly productive, but am still technically procrastinating.
So it's November. Funny how time flies whether you're having fun or not, in this case...not. This year has been, well, it's certainly been.
You know those games at the arcade with the moles? The ones where you have the hammer and you smack down the mole that pops up, and before you can smack down one fully another one pops up? And you're in a state of extreme panic and anticipation the entire minute of the game? And you can't think or look at your score, you just keep moving.
That's how I felt this semester. Before I can hit one mole down, another one pops up. Only it doesn't last 60 seconds, it's constant and it's lasted 3 months. As soon as I get over and take care of one mole, another one burrows up.
Between having the worst Triathlon season of my life- full of disappointments, injuries, quitting, crying, and feeling like I lost one of my favorite things in the world...
To actually losing my favorite things in the world...
To being absolutely lost in my major and overwhelmed with work and feeling like I'll never actually feel confident and on top of things...
To quitting Harvard lab...
To being massively overwhelmed with homesickness...
To working everyday of the weekend...
To failing my first exam in stats class...
To losing my only grandfather...
To breaking my computer and losing my ID...
Moles keep popping up. And I'm just barely struggling to keep my head above water, and it's taking all my energy to not pack up and hit the road home.
But that would be easy, and no matter how hard things are now, they're going to get better. How can they not?
A friend once told me, "Good things fall apart so better things can fall together." I lost a lot of good things this year, so I can't wait to see what's in the plan for next year.
On the upside, instead of completely breaking my computer, I only have to replace the keyboard, so instead of being $1,000 to buy a new MacBook, it's only $150. Counting my blessings, no matter how small.
Oh and my ID? My roommate found it in the refrigerator a week after I replaced it.
And Chris? He's the only person loyal enough to stick by my side despite me being a total spaz, freaking out this semester and trying to push everything I love most away. I have no idea where I'd be without him, and I'm so glad I don't have to find out.
Love love love,
me
Ps. Feels good to write again =) And I promise to be more upbeat next time
So it's November. Funny how time flies whether you're having fun or not, in this case...not. This year has been, well, it's certainly been.
You know those games at the arcade with the moles? The ones where you have the hammer and you smack down the mole that pops up, and before you can smack down one fully another one pops up? And you're in a state of extreme panic and anticipation the entire minute of the game? And you can't think or look at your score, you just keep moving.
That's how I felt this semester. Before I can hit one mole down, another one pops up. Only it doesn't last 60 seconds, it's constant and it's lasted 3 months. As soon as I get over and take care of one mole, another one burrows up.
Between having the worst Triathlon season of my life- full of disappointments, injuries, quitting, crying, and feeling like I lost one of my favorite things in the world...
To actually losing my favorite things in the world...
To being absolutely lost in my major and overwhelmed with work and feeling like I'll never actually feel confident and on top of things...
To quitting Harvard lab...
To being massively overwhelmed with homesickness...
To working everyday of the weekend...
To failing my first exam in stats class...
To losing my only grandfather...
To breaking my computer and losing my ID...
Moles keep popping up. And I'm just barely struggling to keep my head above water, and it's taking all my energy to not pack up and hit the road home.
But that would be easy, and no matter how hard things are now, they're going to get better. How can they not?
A friend once told me, "Good things fall apart so better things can fall together." I lost a lot of good things this year, so I can't wait to see what's in the plan for next year.
On the upside, instead of completely breaking my computer, I only have to replace the keyboard, so instead of being $1,000 to buy a new MacBook, it's only $150. Counting my blessings, no matter how small.
Oh and my ID? My roommate found it in the refrigerator a week after I replaced it.
And Chris? He's the only person loyal enough to stick by my side despite me being a total spaz, freaking out this semester and trying to push everything I love most away. I have no idea where I'd be without him, and I'm so glad I don't have to find out.
Love love love,
me
Ps. Feels good to write again =) And I promise to be more upbeat next time
Just when the butterfly thought the world was ending...
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