I’m dealing with the cognitive dissonance of time moving too slowly and too quickly at the same time. My semester is split into two 7 week sessions. I’m in week 5, or starting week 5, or ending week 5, quite frankly I’m so brain dead I can’t figure out which. All I know is tomorrow is the last day of Unit 5 in my one course that has nothing but a final grade – god I hate those.
I’ve finally resorted to list making to slog through all of my assignments. Gone is any grand dream of an over-arching learning experience that expands my soul and moves me one step closer to renaissance-man status. Now it’s just a check beside a task.
On the plus side, every time I reach meltdown status and grey matter starts to seep out of my ears I’ve started finding some mindless task like folding laundry to use as a palate cleanser for my brain. The house is staying pretty darn clean. I’m finding a new respect for monks that use physical labor to free their minds for contemplation of god.
Two weeks and I will be 25% complete with my goal. Three more 7 week sessions and I will be done. I can do this. I can do this.
I need chocolate.