Have you ever had one of those days were you just don't seem to get a break? Well, after enduring such ever-lasting hours, all I can say is Oh god. Two words that in essence describe this day so far.
In order to understand my level of frustration, you must know that these past few weeks have been extremely stressful. Besides having several approaching assignment deadlines and un-finnished projects that are soon coming to an end, I find myself at home having to balance time between my psychologist, tutoring and even sports. But nothing seems to even near the length of stress caused by two extremely demanding projects: Mi Pescador Peruano and Munchies (my IBG)
See, this upcoming week is crucial for the progress of both tasks, and we find ourselves constantly setting meetings and counting on people to do their jobs; because when you deeply care about something, you won't settle for nothing less than perfect.
Well, without further ado, here is my best attempt to narrating this perplexingly complex day. To begin with I had my POL this morning, so I started the day by waking up at 4 am to go over my presentation, and then arriving at 7 to school to practice some more. Well, then I POL-ed and stayed there POL-ing until noon, where I was supposed to get my long-waited break, but instead I wound up selling Munchies in lunch. Then at 1:50 pm I was surprised with the fact that I had to stand in front of the class for an hour and a half analyzing my behaviour this semester, crowdsourcing. And at the end of the day, when I was finally supposed to go home, I topped off the day with the fabulous news that the woman whom we had set a meeting with for the project had postponed it; and if that wasn't bad enough, we had someone already traveling from Pucusana to Lima in order to make this meeting happen.
Now I am writing this on the car ride from school to my house, jotting down ideas on my i-phone notes, knowing that when I arrive home I will be faced with a load of homework. Varying from IA, to non-IA classes, i have a mixture of assignments like lab conclusions, chapters of books and presentations that have been delayed in my priorities because of my POL. All assignments of which I must complete by tomorrow; yet, even knowing all of that is awaiting me, knowing that I have still about six more hours of stress, I can't help but enjoy this car ride.
I don't know if it is the overwhelmingness of assignments, or maybe the fact that moments like these go unappreciated, but it feels like years have passed since the last time that I was alone with my thoughts. Sure, I do sometimes find time, maybe before going to sleep or while dozing off in a classroom, to think; however I always seem to have something in mind. It may be this constant desire towards perfection that I tend to have, as I said before, I can't avoid settling for less than flawless when it comes to things that I truly care about, but I always find myself over-worriing. And though this does serve as a propeller to get things done, it does limit my chances of nearing deeper reflection; which is something that I feel I am reaching during this ride.
As I'm daydreaming I can't help but wonder what it would be like to escape, to leave all responsibilities behind. But while my mind dozes off, I'm aware that all of these pictures are only but mere dreams, nothing like reality, which is why I know that soon the car will arrive home, park in the same spot as always, and I will be forced to put an end to this never-ending arduous day.
Which is why I can only say: How I wish it was already tomorrow.
“The earth has music for those who listen.”