Every semester I swear that I will be better organised and plan it all out. (it never happens)
I swear that I will start early and not leave things to the last minute. (yeah, so much for that idea)
I even print out the very useful planning templates from the university and put them on the pinup board that has been painted for that very purpose. (at least it looked nice)
And still life turns out like this …
Despite all the promises and beginning of semester resolutions, the last few weeks have been a mad sprint to the finish as I suddenly realised how many words I yet had to write before a series of fast looming due dates.
So I’ve been reading, reading, reading….and writing, writing, writing….
And at the end of that, I felt very much like this….
So I promised myself that the next day I would just chill out.
I didn’t want to look at a screen.
I didn’t want to read a single word, let alone write one.
Just for one day.
One day stretched into a whole week.
I couldn’t even muster the energy to read for fun, and as someone who thinks that life without reading would be like living without breathing, well, that is so bad in so many ways.
But eventually life has returned to normal. I have finished agonising over what I should have written in that essay and didn’t and I’m slowly getting back to all the things that I pushed aside until… well, after.
It’s been hard getting the mojo back but I don’t think you can force these things. Sometimes we need to be kind to ourselves, follow our own schedule for a while and take time out to do the things that bring us joy.
And next semester I swear I will plan. I will actually fill in those templates. I will start early. I will be better organised. (yeah, right)