I'm cleaning up my desktop today, in order to organize for the rest of the semester. I came across a blog post I had sketched during the christmas break. At the time I was pretty ill, and I couldn't understand, if I was always on top of my work, why my body couldn't keep up.
I realized much later, I needed the break. And having my butt handed to me by life, was the only way I'd stop for a while.
Ironically for Christmas I came home to a new queen size bed. The universe just really knew I wanted some sleep.
The easiest way to explain how I got there, was I had a lot of goals this year, and they were all within reach. Instead of settling, I spread myself thin and reached for them all. Ironically that's an easy way to lose your skin.
At the time, I didn't care, I had everything. I was just bigger and stronger than all the pain it took to get there.
I realized later, taking on all the responsibility was an easy way to get killed. And left other people unable to help themselves, when I was down for the count.
Doing something about your problems is always a good attitude to have. But sometimes leaving things alone is the only way to deal with it.
I'm very happy to be back to my old self. At least in personality. I may still be a little tired and itchy, but I know myself better, and can still be as kind and helpful as ever.
But only when people ask for it... :D
But only when people ask for it... :D
P.S. I'm back on track to meet all those goals I wanted before, but now I get some sleep, and am personally much happier. Being a nice guy means I have great friends, that'll help me whenever I need it.
!!Thanks everybody who's been there for me these past couple months!!