Why is it that, given time, space and energy to spare, I still manage to create situations in my life that breed procrastination, unpreparedness and scrambling? And why is it that someone I know and love can say "I'm tired of staying on top of things," while looking at a huge stack of ungraded tests and papers? Shouldn't all the effort be always worth it? Don't we who are now out of school secretly long for that deep and unmistakable release that we felt when we walked out of our last final for a semester? Are we just afraid that we'll never get there...get to that quite time of relaxation and rest...so we grab it when we're supposed to be doing other things that will better prepare us for what is ahead?
I did this today...the not-getting-ahead thing. And I watched myself do it, too. And now I just feel yick.
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