I know, I suck at updating my blog. That is why I never consider myself a “blogger”, because I feel like it does a disservice to all of the legit bloggers out there who truly take the time in giving you good and interesting content. If consistency were part of the general criteria, I might really fail at that. This is one of the rare times that I actually have when my hands aren’t really full so consider this a rather decent post in nearly 3 months.
You see, my life had been pretty hectic. Since I work in the academe, things got crazily busy over the previous months. Though I tried my best to face the busyness head-on, I couldn’t help but feel like I was in a rut. To say the least, I was in a slump. I couldn’t recall how many times I locked my office door and cried like a baby inside. It sounds funny, but well, there are days when you just can’t bring yourself to hide things anymore. My motivation was zero and my mind was constantly thinking about my classes in graduate school, which half the time, sucked out so much energy and time from me. I had a lot of things to do! I swear to God, I was going nuts! My friends and family witnessed exactly how stress got to me. I never liked stress. I never liked wearing exhaustion and lack of sleep as a badge of honor. If this is is what I get from all this, then I realized I wasn’t exactly working smart enough, I was just working hard. Trust me, there’s a huge difference.
There were days when I couldn’t finish my tasks in the office because I was preoccupied with my class requirements on the other hand. If I could sleep in every time I stay at Starbucks to finish my work, I would, but that would just be weird enough for everyone. I stayed countless of days in my favorite coffee shop just so I could finish everything. Sometimes, my dad would accompany me or he’d leave me alone and pick me up until closing time. Oh what I’d do without my parents, I’d be lost if they hadn’t been this supportive. I’d gotten sick several times and my anxiety levels shot up so high it was difficult to sleep sometimes. Guess my body isn’t really made for long days and nights anymore; I figured I needed some rest.
After that grueling semester, I was able to finish 9 units (Research, Theories of Personality, and Abnormal Psychology). 9 units in college seemed so easy but now that I’m getting older, they’re no longer a breeze. But thankfully though, I was able to get really good grades this semester. I didn’t expect to get grades higher than my expectations, but God sure did make things possible. I’m still busy at work for now, but I’m treading on like I usually do. I don’t know if I’m entirely prepared for the next semester, but here’s hoping I’ll regain strength and a newfound motivation to hustle once more.
We must keep the fire burning, mustn’t we?