Just when you think you have it all planned, life throws a fast one.
It’s not just Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae that hit a downward spiral and went plummeting. I, too, seem to be going bankrupt despite the warning signs that I had telling me not to take 15 credits, start working on my senior thesis a year early, plan for law school, score a summer internship eight months in advance and finish out my term as president of my sorority. Though I have known all along that life and my aspirations would catch up with one another, I have finally nose-dived, and am secretly hoping that some greater power will step in to help me take control of my life.
But since God works nothing like the federal government (to my knowledge, at least), I decided it would be a good time for me to take control of myself and recalculate my priorities. Essentially, I am my own bailout plan. Unlike its federal counterpart, though, my plan was approved by me, myself and I, and it passed without any earmarks or pork barreling.
Between classes, getting settled back in Gainesville and re-familiarizing myself with slow-paced life, I seem to have pushed everything I once adored to the back burner: my friends, my free time, my reading for fun and my blog. School and the presidency became my top priorities, and everything else became secondary. Three cups of coffee became staples of my day, and my alarm goes of religiously at 8 a.m., even on the weekends, so I can get it all done. No one said it was easy to be the queen bee, the star student and the best friend, especially all at once. Silly me.
But if you know me, you know I like a challenge. I’m not into being cooped up in my bedroom hour upon hour doing work. So now, more than a month into my classes, I seem to have gotten a grip and figured out how to balance my hundreds of pages of reading a night with my 10-page-long papers and my smaller homework assignments. I color code my planner and make meticulous lists. It never ceases to amaze me how much pleasure I get from digging my pen deep into my Post-Its, etching out whichever project, reading assignment, paper or e-mail response I have completed. The result: a little more time for friends, a little more for fun and even a little more for blogging.
So, yes, it’s been a while. An awfully long while. And too long if you ask me. But I’m back. It’s time for me to start doing things for me because every bailout plan has some cushion to give its writers some perks.
As for cages or wings….maybe I just shoulda asked the birds.
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