Sometimes I just have to sit back and remember to breathe. Everything has been a bit hectic lately. Between presenting this grad project and the hell that it’s given me…or should I say the hell I’ve been giving my advisor with my uber biased presentation. It seemed like I got a breath of fresh air this past Saturday when I spoke to one of my best friends who told me me that I didn’t have to completely remove myself (read: my opinion) from the presentation, just find cases and case studies that coincided with them.
Brilliant!!
Why didn’t I think of that before?!
Now to do it. I don’t know what happened to me these past year and a half but I have become a bit of an old lady during the week. I prefer to be in bed by 9:30, 10 at the latest, partly because I used to wake up at 5AM. I now get to wake up an entire hour later since I moved closer to work, and I’m sure that if given the time my body will adjust to that and I won’t get so sleepy so early in the evening.
Anywho! I said all of that to say this: I don’t feel like I have enough time during the week to dedicate time to my presentation. I prefer to block out an entire weekend to do tweaking. I have it completed, it just needs to be tweaked so that it doesn’t sound like I’m berating my *fingers crossed* future employer. I would prefer to have to spend my Saturday on campus, but if my internet isn’t set up before this weekend I might just have to do that.
I’m tired of all of this y’all. Sometimes I just want to wave the white flag on being an adult and go back to simpler times. Can I do that?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to have my own place, but I cried quite a bit on Saturday night after I moved in. I’m pretty sure that Chuck was looking at me like I was crazy because I couldn’t give him a solid reason behind my tears. It was just too much. I don’t know how to explain it other than that. It was too much to deal with at one time. Everyone kept saying that my reaction was normal, that a lot of girls cry when they first move out on their own. That that’s something that I shouldn’t be ashamed of doing.
What if I just want to go home and cry right now?
Is that okay?
