Literally. My life is unraveling like the opening show of a circus. You know, the small duo or trio they hire to entertain the crowd in destraction while they anxiously and impatiently await the flame-throwing, ball-juggling, tiger-taming clowns. I am that trio. I'm the underpaid, overqualified, superior perfectionist that is juggling an act that I've practiced day by day for months (years, even) just so that I could find myself in the midst of this moment. Before you know it, you find yourself on stage performing and the crowd is hyped. Even if they aren't necessarily hyped about you, the enthusiasm they present for the main act is displayed which makes you feel welcomed. But before you know it, those rude, overpaid, underqualified, nasty, hateful clowns interupt your performance. They cut you short by ten minutes and take over the stage. This, my friend, is what my life feels like.I am constantly asking myself, "What was I thinking?" Why do I take on more than I can handle? Why do I seem to have no time in a single day to accomplish ONE, just one tiny thing, on my to-do list. My to-do list has become more of a to-do book. Seriously.
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| This was seriously my thoughts the entire class. |
On a lighter note, my house is clean (somewhat) and I am getting a kick-A start on my mile-high pile of laundry that I've been lacking the time to do for weeks now. I still feel very unorganized. I don't feel like my house and/or life will ever be 100% organized ever again. I have this week off from classes before my summer term begins. I am totally taking advantage of it. Say hello to Mrs. Clean!

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