Point-counterpoint: The rush when I push my body from back-bend to downward-facing dog, followed by the few days I spend sneezing, snorfling, sniffling and just generally feeling lousy. There's not much else to say other than I have a cold, along with everyone else in the universe. (The universe being restricted to my school, office and home. Oh, and those people sniffling on the train - yes, I hear you.)
I am struggling to achieve some kind of balance between work, studies and social life. I haven't had to in a while and I don't particularly enjoy the sensation of losing control. The last item is in fact necessary to my sanity.
When I (over) hear people talking about how they are already skipping sleeps and studying for hours I take the opportunity to renew my vows-of-sorts. The first and foremost being that studies will never, ever be more important than sleep. The second being that school is not life, it just gives me some tools with which to enjoy it.
This, by the way, is how I justify rolling out of bed at 6:15 every morning to get to my 8:30 class on time. If for no other reason than I like to get my learning out of the way in the morning I will continue to construct morning-centric schedules even if I do let loose the occational grumble.
I don't write as much when I'm sick. In fact, I think I'm going to construct a nest out of tea bags, tissues and Tylenol and hibernate for a while. It's better than discovering that my sneezes are the biological equivalent of shotguns...over and over again... in the office... where I'm trying to keep the sniffling and tissue pile to a minimum.
It didn't work.
Your truly,
The Sniffle Queen.
1 comment:
Love your posts. I hope you haven't given up on the blog.
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