in which our narrator attempts to keep her head above water

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I've hit that point -- it happens every semester -- where my life feels like it's spiraling completely out of control. Big projects that I should have been working on for weeks or months are coming due frighteningly soon, and the reason I haven't been spending enough time on them is that in the interim all sorts of little crises popped up and had to be dealt with. And now, this morning, I'm looking at my To Do list and feeling paralyzed because there's so much on it that I'm having a hard time figuring out which thing needs to be done first and which one next and so on down the list, because they all need to be done NOW (and half of them should have been done yesterday), and so my immediate reaction is not to be sensible and pragmatic but to go into a blind panic -- exacerbated this morning by my guilt over a significant crisis last night that could have been avoided if I'd just been slightly more on top of things.

Writing this post is this morning's way of trying to get myself to stop panicking long enough to figure out which thing really has to be done first.

So: deep breath, go downstairs and fill my OTW mug with water, come back up and close the office door, take a hard look at the list and the amount of time I have between now and the beginning of class, and start chipping away at the list, one thing at a time.

As Dessa says: I love this job but -- good god, sometimes I hate this business.

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