I returned from fall break less than 24 hours ago, so how in the world am I already just as stressed out as I was before break? I am beginning to realize that I am not Superwoman. I cannot accomplish everything and expect to still be standing at the end of the day. We all have to make choices; we all have to prioritize because something's gotta give.
Today I had to choose between finishing Shakespeare's Henry VI Part 3 for class or going to yoga. Now, I have not been to yoga in over two weeks because schoolwork and Aid to South Africa have been taking up all of my time. So I chose yoga, and the class was great! I felt so fulfilled the second I walked into the room; I knew I belonged there, in that peaceful, sacred space.
But my Zen was rudely interrupted when I had to go to class and failed my Shakespeare quiz. This frustrates me because it's not that I don't want to work hard--I do work hard. There just aren't enough hours in the day to accomplish all I want to do. So the part that's especially difficult for me to accept in all of this is that whatever tasks fall from the top of my priorities list gets pushed to the side and I am unable to give them my full attention. I read as much of the play as I could, but I decided the rest of the time should be spent on bettering my mind and body.
Can anybody tell me: Why should I be punished for that?
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