Going Gaily in the Dark: Craving

I'm tired of writing research papers, presentations, outlines, study guides, journal entries, discussion board posts and critically analyzing scholarly articles.

I feel like I don't have time to breathe, as if every second of the day is spent running from one meeting to another, one class to the next, from project, to paper, to slideshow.

I have two weeks left before the end of my first stint in college. On May 5th, I'll walk across a stage, in that ridiculous hat, honor cords around my neck, and clutch that hard earned piece of paper in my hands. All the money and time I've invested and all I get is this piece of paper?

Sometimes I lay awake at night and imagine the blog posts that I could write about. It's my therapy. I deal with problems by writing them out. When I lack that time, I get caught up in my head and it's immensely overwhelming.

I'm not going to lie to you. This has been the hardest semester of my life for a lot of reasons. And as a coping mechanism, I'm back to making lists.

Along with craving the art of writing, I crave creativity. I am determined to knit a pair of socks before I die. I want to sew, bake, clean, organize, read, play music, laugh, hang out, bond with my family...I just want to have time for the important things in life.

My life is going faster then I could have ever imagined. I feel like the sand in the hourglass slips away faster each day.