Ici!
I’ve got a ton of reasons for why I’ve been gone. cough, cough, ahem, ahem.
Sooooo,
1. Final year attempted to be the death of me last year
Basically, there was all this work and not enough time. Somehow I was supposed to be able to balance all of that and then find something interesting to amuse myself (and hopefully others who happen upon my novel relief). And balancing is not a skill I have learnt quite yet. Seriously, someone should organise classes. I’d pay. I’d pay and I’d go. (Yes, there's a difference) If I could balance my life out I would have graduated sum cum laude, had more than zero romantic relationships, done a sport, finished that novel I never intend for anyone to read, or one of its siblings (I have a secret wish, that when I die my loved ones will go through my stuff, find my novel [finished and fantastically wondrous] and have it published for me)..No, I know you were thinking I was going to say I’d have found the cure for cancer or aids (or both) but I wouldn’t have. Hate quantitative research and the stats that would involve! And hey, maybe I agree with Mbeki, maybe AIDS was created by the West to keep us third world countries poor....ha! Just kidding.
....um yeah, wow I digressed didn’t I? So yeah I failed to balance and as a result every last speck of energy I had was spent trying to graduate next month. And I did it. I’m applicable for graduation but I was spent. So there you have it. University had me by the figurative balls for the better part of last year which leads me to my next point,
2. Burn out. Right at the end of the semester, right when I could just almost touch the finish line, things began to get hectic. I had deadlines all around me. People? I know what it feels like to be circled by vultures. And sheesh, they weren’t even circling my pitiful self as I dragged towards the end. Oh no, they’d already settled bets, beaten up that one guy who couldn’t pay and were simply waiting for me to end the pain. Let me tell you, we were all surprised when I got to the finish line. Ok, everybody except the vulture who got beaten up. He must have been bitter and then some.
By the time I’d handed in my research, done my last exam and sat in my grandmother’s living room, munching on roasted chicken and gonja, I was completely and utterly spent. And I was sick. Took the better part of December and January to get me back to my original self. I tried a few times to put up a new post. Opened up word, stared at the window as it stared back at me, minimized to get inspiration on the World Wide Web and somehow never ever found my way back
Frankly my mind was just over. It was done. It begged no more for just a little bit and I obliged. I just ate, and slept and read liberally and watched Cartoon Network (That channel is highly unappreciated by those above 12, just saying)
So there you have it. I was busy; I got screwed mentally, physically etc etc because I didn’t balance well and now? Now I have put myself in for more potential screwing. Doing myself an Honours year. Hecticness till October. This year I promise PROPER planning. I even have personalised schedules on my walls. For days, for weeks, for months and for the years. With short term goals, and long term goals and middle term goals, and reinforcement moments. And BLOG highlighted.
So here I am,
I’m officially back.
Proper post next week.
Sooooo,
1. Final year attempted to be the death of me last year
Basically, there was all this work and not enough time. Somehow I was supposed to be able to balance all of that and then find something interesting to amuse myself (and hopefully others who happen upon my novel relief). And balancing is not a skill I have learnt quite yet. Seriously, someone should organise classes. I’d pay. I’d pay and I’d go. (Yes, there's a difference) If I could balance my life out I would have graduated sum cum laude, had more than zero romantic relationships, done a sport, finished that novel I never intend for anyone to read, or one of its siblings (I have a secret wish, that when I die my loved ones will go through my stuff, find my novel [finished and fantastically wondrous] and have it published for me)..No, I know you were thinking I was going to say I’d have found the cure for cancer or aids (or both) but I wouldn’t have. Hate quantitative research and the stats that would involve! And hey, maybe I agree with Mbeki, maybe AIDS was created by the West to keep us third world countries poor....ha! Just kidding.
....um yeah, wow I digressed didn’t I? So yeah I failed to balance and as a result every last speck of energy I had was spent trying to graduate next month. And I did it. I’m applicable for graduation but I was spent. So there you have it. University had me by the figurative balls for the better part of last year which leads me to my next point,
2. Burn out. Right at the end of the semester, right when I could just almost touch the finish line, things began to get hectic. I had deadlines all around me. People? I know what it feels like to be circled by vultures. And sheesh, they weren’t even circling my pitiful self as I dragged towards the end. Oh no, they’d already settled bets, beaten up that one guy who couldn’t pay and were simply waiting for me to end the pain. Let me tell you, we were all surprised when I got to the finish line. Ok, everybody except the vulture who got beaten up. He must have been bitter and then some.
By the time I’d handed in my research, done my last exam and sat in my grandmother’s living room, munching on roasted chicken and gonja, I was completely and utterly spent. And I was sick. Took the better part of December and January to get me back to my original self. I tried a few times to put up a new post. Opened up word, stared at the window as it stared back at me, minimized to get inspiration on the World Wide Web and somehow never ever found my way back
Frankly my mind was just over. It was done. It begged no more for just a little bit and I obliged. I just ate, and slept and read liberally and watched Cartoon Network (That channel is highly unappreciated by those above 12, just saying)
So there you have it. I was busy; I got screwed mentally, physically etc etc because I didn’t balance well and now? Now I have put myself in for more potential screwing. Doing myself an Honours year. Hecticness till October. This year I promise PROPER planning. I even have personalised schedules on my walls. For days, for weeks, for months and for the years. With short term goals, and long term goals and middle term goals, and reinforcement moments. And BLOG highlighted.
So here I am,
I’m officially back.
Proper post next week.
3 comments
and i wait for it ...next week
REPLYClaiming the socks since I have no moral authority to comment. Kurikayo!
REPLYWatching this space....
REPLYhi! thanks for commenting. I'm always open to new ideas. I can't wait to hear yours.