I made it through another semester of Uni.
I'll know in a few weeks how successful I was, but for now I am just enjoying not having the constant pressure of needing to be studying. I spent much less time than I wanted to with my text book in my hand, but the subject material was never far from my mind.
During the semester I had a few other major things on, as I usually do, and the kids were their usual time consuming selfs.
I guess I was looking pretty tired after a few nights of being up with BabyR teething, and a friend asked me if I was OK. I did a bit of a stress dump on her..... you know, the one where you blurt out all the things that are on your mind and what you have to get done in the next week.
She said, "I don't know how you do it all! You must be a little bit crazy".
This has been said to me numerous times over the years.... but for the first time I totally agreed. I was completely overwhelmed and had reached the point of being unproductive because of it. I had finally bitten off more than I could chew and having someone else notice was sobering in a way. There was nothing I could get out of without letting someone down, so I just had to get things done. And I did.
One thing at a time.
It's not the first time I've had to do it, but the first time I'd put myself in the situation. Previously I'd had to deal with things that had just landed in front of me, where as this time all the things in front of me I'd chosen to do. I will remember in future to pace myself a little better. But it was a good reminder that I can get through overwhelming situations.
I can stay calm.
I can prioritise.
I can ignore the less important and focus on the task at hand.
I can get through the tough times.
One thing at a time.
