Been burnt out the past for years... well, then.
Some days you're the pidgeon and some days you're the fire hydrant.
I mean... some days you're the dog and some days you're the statue.
Grrr, you know what I mean.
It's just one of those days. You know, like last semester.
Skipped acting because I just couldn't deal with folks, or criticism, or anything really.
Had some rather personal time in the room, thinking about things that have happened and been said in the past few days. I want to help some people very badly right now, though I fear there is nothing I can do, which is one of my least favorite feelings in the world. On the other hand, I could have helped a few people (well, one in particular) earlier, though responsibility was not officially delegated to me until just a few minutes before I was supposed to leave for acting. Which implies I have shirked responsibilities, and that someone didn't tell me what they were thinking/what they wanted, and that they were disappointed. Three more things I hate!
So much sadness, so much disappointment. And while I don't directly feel responsible for it, I do feel like I should be doing something to help things change.
I did help Whitney-- I did find her an actor for her scene.
But those who are feeling burnt out, sick, and tired... I wish I could help you. I wish I could help myself. I don't have the answers and I'm frustrated that I'm hurting and you're hurting. I'm frustrated because I feel like I'm not helping at all. I feel helpless, sick, tired, and burnt out all at once.
I skipped acting today and dragged myself into bio ten minutes late, after calling Streeter to make sure today would be a slow day in photography. Looks like it'll be one of the slowest days in a while. I'm going to spend a good few hours over there this afternoon. I hope that'll help.
I wish I could help you guys, and I wish I knew how to help myself.
Icky rainy day.
I mean... some days you're the dog and some days you're the statue.
Grrr, you know what I mean.
It's just one of those days. You know, like last semester.
Skipped acting because I just couldn't deal with folks, or criticism, or anything really.
Had some rather personal time in the room, thinking about things that have happened and been said in the past few days. I want to help some people very badly right now, though I fear there is nothing I can do, which is one of my least favorite feelings in the world. On the other hand, I could have helped a few people (well, one in particular) earlier, though responsibility was not officially delegated to me until just a few minutes before I was supposed to leave for acting. Which implies I have shirked responsibilities, and that someone didn't tell me what they were thinking/what they wanted, and that they were disappointed. Three more things I hate!
So much sadness, so much disappointment. And while I don't directly feel responsible for it, I do feel like I should be doing something to help things change.
I did help Whitney-- I did find her an actor for her scene.
But those who are feeling burnt out, sick, and tired... I wish I could help you. I wish I could help myself. I don't have the answers and I'm frustrated that I'm hurting and you're hurting. I'm frustrated because I feel like I'm not helping at all. I feel helpless, sick, tired, and burnt out all at once.
I skipped acting today and dragged myself into bio ten minutes late, after calling Streeter to make sure today would be a slow day in photography. Looks like it'll be one of the slowest days in a while. I'm going to spend a good few hours over there this afternoon. I hope that'll help.
I wish I could help you guys, and I wish I knew how to help myself.
Icky rainy day.