Wow, have I ever been bad with this blog.
This semester, I [overambitiously] told myself that I could participate in whatever I wanted to. I registered myself for five courses, joined three intramural sports teams, signed up for a conversational Spanish course, continued volunteering for the Yellow Door Elderly Project, and started up again part-time at my old job.
While some people are more than capable of juggling a list of extracurriculars like this, evidently I am not. The other day, I wound up in the McGill Mental Health clinic shaking like a leaf from an intense lack of sleep/abuse of caffeine imbalance and spilling all of my guts onto a perfect stranger [MD].
I realize that I’ve lost touch with how I’m accustomed to living my life. As a highly introspective person, I’ve always needed time alone in order to stay grounded and focused; since September, I’ve been lucky to catch an hour or two by myself here and there. Somehow, for some reason, I thought that I had to prove myself to certain people. I also thought that I had to prove myself to myself, which is the part that makes the least sense to me.
Starting today, I’m making an effort to go back to the little things that bring me peace and clarity. I miss reading the news, going for a walk with my camera, keeping in touch with my friends, watching my podcasts, jogging, listening to music (not while multi-tasking), or just sitting outside and enjoying the day. I would also like to dedicate some time to this blog. I really look forward to all of these things.
I am gradually coming back to myself, and I wanted to say that even though I’ve been terrible at keeping in touch, you’re all very much in my thoughts.
