Conclusion

Life is stressful. There is always something to stress over. Big or small, there is ALWAYS something. There isn't a problem until you can't overcome the issue.

A few deep breathes, some dancing around the house and lunch have put me on my way to overcoming anything that I have to accomplish. Hmm, it's sort of a good feeling.

Stress

It's that time of the semester when I start to go crazy with stress. It happens every semester, there is always one week (if not more) of hell where everything culminates at the same time. I have 2 papers due on Thursday and a midterm on Tuesday. I'm not very worried about the midterm, but I do need to give it some attention. I've thought about both of the papers, at this point it is mostly just sitting down to write them. The only problem, I can't seem to focus. Despite the fact that I have averaged about 10 hours of sleep every night for the past week, I feel exhausted. Part of me wants to go running and the other half wants to take a nap. Instead, I'm downing coffee to ward of sleep. I want to eat, but at the same time I think that is just a procrastination tactic to keep me away from the table with all of my notes. I'm in one of the positions where I am trying to wrap my head around everything that I have to do, so instead of actually doing it, I think about it. I'm frustrated with myself for always doing this. It's worse that I know exactly what I'm doing, yet keep doing it every time I have a paper due.

Here's hoping this second cup of coffee will give me everything I need to get started/finish.

When to let go?

Is there ever a point in time when friendships have run their course? Should one eventually just call it a day and say "nice knowing you?" I have a lot of friendships that only exist based on memories. Does the time one has known someone overrule the fact that we have out grown any commonalities that once kept us together? At this point our talks resemble... "remember this...?" and "what have you been up to?". Part of me enjoys catching up and hearing what long lost friends have been up to, but at the same time, I find I am generally the one putting in any effort. Does on email a year sustain a friendship? Can memories alone make a friendship worth working for?