If you happen to be in the state of Kentucky, then I’m sure
you’re well acquainted with its habit of being bipolar when it comes to the
weather. For the past few weeks it has almost quite literally
snowed/blizzard-ed every other day. It’s like the state can’t decide which weather it prefers best, so it
just tries to do all of them at once.
Now I'm not fond of this habit of dear Kentucky, (if
Kentucky were a person I’d definitely stab them in the arm with my very
agitated finger and say “Seriously! What are you doing?”), but I can say I can
relate. However, lately I’ve found myself again trying to do everything I
possibly can within a 24-hour time period that I'm sure I’ve stretched to 25
hours. So I currently have two
speeds now, they highly resemble:
1) A decapitated chicken (poor thing),
2) A turtle with a limp and a knapsack (that’s pitiful).
And oh, I wish I were joking. But I think that’s what I’m trying to figure out
this term: how to just “handle” things. I don’t feel completely overwhelmed,
yet I don’t feel everything is going to be easy. But somehow I’ve almost
managed to tie up myself completely in as many things as I can possibly do.
Perhaps soon I’ll be able to find that middle ground between the obsessive
compulsion to achieve and the obsessive compulsion to do nothing but watch good
sword fights on Hulu. I’m sure it will turn out alright. But it’s a poopie time
waiting for that.