This week is an absolute doozy. I turned my bedroom door into a kanban board with the help of some dry-erase markers (which don’t appear to be dry-erase on painted wooden surfaces, but I’m sure an alcohol wipe will take care of it). I wrote down something my dad used to tell me when I was younger:
So I have a lot of work on my plate. My roommate, bless his soul, texted me “Are you ok”, to which I replied “Questionably so.” Mental health has been something I’ve luckily never had to worry about; how I get myself in these situations is another story entirely.
There’s something to be said for wishful thinking.
Over the course of the summer I wrote down every single thing I wanted to do for Fall 2019. The list is to the right; that’s after I decided to drop 2 classes and a part-time internship. Looking back on things, the classes seem to have went fine; I got something interesting and fun out of TBF; the clubs were “fine” (for one of them, functionally nothing happened, though it did spawn the personal finance section on this blog); I did work out quite a bit (which really improved my quality-of-life); I did hardly any of the activities I planned on doing for fun (yet enjoyed myself constantly); I didn’t really read or audit much; recruiting went amazing-in-retrospect.
I wrote all of this just to avoid starting on the pink note under Today’s Queue. I’m incredibly good to making myself feel productive when I’m really just putting off the work that actually needs to get done.