Here we are again...
I hate this time of the night/morning when I'm working on a paper. 2am on the day that a paper is due reminds me a lot of passing Coalinga on the 5 on your way up to the Bay Area. You know you've gotten somewhere, but where!? Everything is desolate and you just hope that if you keep driving onward you'll eventually reach your goal. There is no guarantee that you will, but what else are you going to do. You have just entered Coalinga, CA and it's hot and smells powerfully of cow.
This quarter has been exceedingly hectic for me. Out of the past 10 weekends, I have been out of town 8. San Francisco, Madison, WI, DC, Santa Barbara, Sacramento, Atlanta,GA, Riverside, CA and Santa Cruz, CA. Add on to this a blown transmission (it blew out in Lodi,CA on my way to Sacramento -- retrieving it was a whole other ordeal), a cancer scare, and my pursuit of post-graduation plans and you've got yourself (or myself) one hell of a quarter.
Something different happened this time. I DID NOT get depressed. Sure I was angry, stressed, listless, worn-out, and EXTREMELY frustrated, but those feelings didn't stick. I didn't crumble. I made an important realization that helped me out with this. See, it turns out I'm a perfectionist. But I'm also easily discouraged. I sink when things don't go exactly how I have decided they should go because I then decide that there's nothing I can do to ever remedy that horrifically botched situation.
Discipline is a decision, or rather, a series of consecutive decisions. Each new decision is an opportunity to change courses, to make adjustments. Now I won't see a situation as an avalanche tumbling towards my cozy, yet unreinforced chalet. In actuality, it's more like a runaway train and all I need to do is hit the right switches to get safely back to Petticoat Junction (or what have you).
Ok and one quick positive note, I've met a guy. He's great and gives new meaning to the phrase "Magic Fingers". Let me tell you dating a med student who needs to prepare for a practical test on how to administer a prostate exam is really win/win. He passes his test, and I...well...<3
This quarter has been exceedingly hectic for me. Out of the past 10 weekends, I have been out of town 8. San Francisco, Madison, WI, DC, Santa Barbara, Sacramento, Atlanta,GA, Riverside, CA and Santa Cruz, CA. Add on to this a blown transmission (it blew out in Lodi,CA on my way to Sacramento -- retrieving it was a whole other ordeal), a cancer scare, and my pursuit of post-graduation plans and you've got yourself (or myself) one hell of a quarter.
Something different happened this time. I DID NOT get depressed. Sure I was angry, stressed, listless, worn-out, and EXTREMELY frustrated, but those feelings didn't stick. I didn't crumble. I made an important realization that helped me out with this. See, it turns out I'm a perfectionist. But I'm also easily discouraged. I sink when things don't go exactly how I have decided they should go because I then decide that there's nothing I can do to ever remedy that horrifically botched situation.
Discipline is a decision, or rather, a series of consecutive decisions. Each new decision is an opportunity to change courses, to make adjustments. Now I won't see a situation as an avalanche tumbling towards my cozy, yet unreinforced chalet. In actuality, it's more like a runaway train and all I need to do is hit the right switches to get safely back to Petticoat Junction (or what have you).
Ok and one quick positive note, I've met a guy. He's great and gives new meaning to the phrase "Magic Fingers". Let me tell you dating a med student who needs to prepare for a practical test on how to administer a prostate exam is really win/win. He passes his test, and I...well...<3