Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

So early to be in a panic

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I’m just back from New York; there are five days in this school week and Friday is a midterm so I’m concentrating on that. Other homework and readings are getting put off. Then Saturday I fly to Washington DC to attend the “Sorrow to Strength” Conference. I’m there through Monday night, so next week will be pretty crazy. I wish I wasn’t going to Washington because I already feel like I’m behind in work. But this conference is something I owe my Dad, my siblings and myself. So I go. But I’m taking my laptop and somehow, somewhere, in between sessions I need to get some homework done!

It’s only the middle of the term and I’m very worried that I can’t get it all done. Why is this? Part of my brain knows that the semester will end and be at least somewhat successful regardless of how much I stew about it. The other part of my brain is screaming “WHYT ARE YOU SLEEPING!? YOU NEED TO BE….(fill in the blank) writing a paper, reading a paper, designing an evaluation, writing a report, doing math homework…!!!!” Which is why I am sitting here at 11:19 on a Wednesday night instead of sleeping. You will also note, however, that I am not…(fill in the blank) writing a paper, reading a paper, designing an evaluation etc….either.

Procrastination used to be my favorite thing as an undergrad. I couldn’t start working seriously on anything if the sun was still up. I worked best at night and slept during the day. After 28 years of work in the real world I can no longer stay up all night and sleep all day. However this student stuff is messing with my mind and I still do my best thinking at night. When I can keep my eyes open that is!

So..time to either get some work done or go to sleep. I think I’ll try sleep.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

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