School is once again in full swing. Not only am I taking four classes. I am on the design team for two shows and I have some hours to make up from a class last semester. This all happens when I am not working at one of my three jobs or trying to have spend some meaningful time with the man I love. My friend Sophie once told me that my superhuman ability was to do seven more things in a day than any normal person could ever do. I am begining to believe her. |
I, however, am seeing things about myself that I apear not to be capable of.
I cannot seem to get my room clean. I can't seem to take with me, everything I need for the destination. Organization is an unattainable art. What's worse is that when I begin to stress I start daydreaming as a means of escape. So not only can I not keep on top of it all, I can't pay attention to what I have in front of me due to the fact I am lost in some other world.
Is this why nothing ever finishes without some struggle or disaster or semblance of ease?