It's a living

Getting pulled in seven different directions frankly sucks. Sucks in an oral sex kind of way. I've asked around and it rings true with others as well as myself that the day we got back we got slapped hard in the face. We got slapped so hard that even today, weeks after getting buried with the burdens of projects, homework, and all those important ships*, we still feel the bruise.

Coming back to school was no easy transition this year, there was no slow and steady increase concerning the amount of stuff we have to do. Oh no, we got it all in one big punch. I have been slowly crawling out of the tomb and am finally beginning to see some light and breath some air... and does it ever feel good. But yes, getting pulled and pushed every which way has lead me to many breakdowns and confusions- I am frankly tired of having to struggle to put any real focus into what needs to be done. I'm tired of it, so something needs to change.

Luckily for now things have begun to slow down and I'm getting some control, or maybe I have gotten used to handling all the work- which is somewhat of a scary and yet encouraging thought.

Not that I'm saying that being out of control doesn't lead to a kind of party in itself. It's just that, like I said before, right now in my life I want to be able to focus - especially on those creative things in my life, butter spread to thin and all that...

...and also not forgetting all those wonderful ships.

* The Science of Sleep - see the trailer!

Currently listening to: The Sweets by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs