Overextended?
I need to get in the habit of recording my thoughts more often, lest I end up one year from now with no recollection of any events that have transpired. Not that my life is particularly interesting, but sometimes you can't help but wonder how your way of thinking made its way from A to B.
I've got alot on my plate this quarter--three jobs, three classes, two labs, a journal to edit...and whatever is left over for family and friends. I don't find that prioritization particularly favorable.
I've noticed that I've become so consumed with catching up on the year I spent without any science courses that it's been ages since I wrote anything for fun, or touched even a remotely pleasant read, or played the piano-- all things that were once an integral part of me. I remember during my senior year the reason I dropped piano was because it was taking away from everything else, but now it's two years later and the situation has merely been reversed. Biology leaves time for precious little else. I want to change that.
I feel a rush of fresh air this fall for some reason; I hope it lasts. Maybe it's misleading. I suddenly have the illusion that I've been afforded the luxury of time-- that I don't have too much on my plate, that I can always squeeze in a little more. I've come to think that sometimes I could have done so much more last year had I only had the same lust for life that I have now. Yes, I did just insert Iggy Pop lyrics into my journal. Yes, I'm aware of how cheesy it sounded. Do I care? Not really.
I miss photography. I took hundreds of pictures in Europe. I have thousands of pictures on my computer, from everywhere, and they never go anywhere. I'm hoping to change that, too.
I suppose on the one hand I'm still wondering why I'm subjecting myself to this. The payoff has taken a while to come around, but it's finally here. In a rush. I went a year without any success and suddenly everywhere I turn everything is falling into place. It's been so long since that happened that I'm not sure I can contain the thought of it staying that way. It feels almost foreign.
I miss reading poetry. I miss learning new languages. I used to read portuguese. I've always said I've wanted to learn French and never have. If not now, when? That question seems to be popping up more and more. I want it to do it all. I'm out of my comofrt zone this year, and I'm liking it.
I've got alot on my plate this quarter--three jobs, three classes, two labs, a journal to edit...and whatever is left over for family and friends. I don't find that prioritization particularly favorable.
I've noticed that I've become so consumed with catching up on the year I spent without any science courses that it's been ages since I wrote anything for fun, or touched even a remotely pleasant read, or played the piano-- all things that were once an integral part of me. I remember during my senior year the reason I dropped piano was because it was taking away from everything else, but now it's two years later and the situation has merely been reversed. Biology leaves time for precious little else. I want to change that.
I feel a rush of fresh air this fall for some reason; I hope it lasts. Maybe it's misleading. I suddenly have the illusion that I've been afforded the luxury of time-- that I don't have too much on my plate, that I can always squeeze in a little more. I've come to think that sometimes I could have done so much more last year had I only had the same lust for life that I have now. Yes, I did just insert Iggy Pop lyrics into my journal. Yes, I'm aware of how cheesy it sounded. Do I care? Not really.
I miss photography. I took hundreds of pictures in Europe. I have thousands of pictures on my computer, from everywhere, and they never go anywhere. I'm hoping to change that, too.
I suppose on the one hand I'm still wondering why I'm subjecting myself to this. The payoff has taken a while to come around, but it's finally here. In a rush. I went a year without any success and suddenly everywhere I turn everything is falling into place. It's been so long since that happened that I'm not sure I can contain the thought of it staying that way. It feels almost foreign.
I miss reading poetry. I miss learning new languages. I used to read portuguese. I've always said I've wanted to learn French and never have. If not now, when? That question seems to be popping up more and more. I want it to do it all. I'm out of my comofrt zone this year, and I'm liking it.