For over a month, with the exception of one day, I have showered at 6:45 in the morning. Without fail, the water has woken me up and gotten me ready to face my day of studying, homework, and classes.
Until this morning, when the water did nothing to affect my drooping eyes.
So here I am. Tired. More tired than I usually am.
Somehow thinking that this is an appropriate time to write a blog post.
College is hard, guys. As I told my friend the other day…it’s like preschool, because naps.
But it’s not like preschool, because it brings you to the breaking point in literally 0.06 seconds.
I’ve just been existing in my little disciplined world, desperately searching for the balance between work and fun. If such a balance exists. But it must exist, I simply haven’t found it yet.
No, instead I am waffling back and forth between being an excellent, studious student who studies…and being creative.
For a month, I stifled my creative side. I didn’t let it have a peep, except for a few moments playing an instrument. As it is, most of my creative ventures have been squashed in coming to college. I’m too busy to write a book. The conditions are too restraining to try and cook. I’m not supposed to read for fun (even if I had time).
Perhaps it was natural, then, that my creative side burst through like a ninja kicking through a boarded up doorway of a condemned house. And then took over everything, for an entire weekend. And continues to have a considerable hold on me.
I want to be creative. But I want to do well in school, and suddenly, I have three different concepts clamoring for my attention: success in school, success in project, and success in relationships.
Oh, and success in sleep.
I need to begin my work for the day so I have cause and justification for my afternoon nap.