Do you ever push your luck a little too much? If you haven’t realized by now, I get over-involved, overcommitted, and over-scheduled on a regular basis. I think my DNA must have been under serious pressure when I was constructed, because I am not sure I could function any other way. This means I am constantly juggling priorities and deadlines. I work best under pressure and I am a procrastinator by nature. Please note that I would recommend either being a procrastinator or an overly busy person. The two just don’t mesh well together. Believe me.
I just don’t ever learn my lesson. So, perhaps we could add stubborn on that list as well.
Inevitably there are times when panic sets in and I think … there is NO WAY I can meet such-and-such deadline or get such-and-such done on time. Occasionally I have those moments where I realize I’m moments away from falling flat on my face, becoming a public spectacle, or dropping one of the many balls I’ve been juggling too long. In that moment of panic, I think I learned my lesson. I pushed it too far this time.
A couple of weeks ago I was having that moment with my graduate classes. I had reached the breaking point. School hadn’t been able to be a priority and I pushed a semesters worth of projects into 4 days, four workdays nonetheless. My standards quickly fell as I uttered words like, “I don’t care, as long as I pass the class” and “I honestly did it this time, I cannot pull this off.”
I learned my lesson. Finally I learned my lesson.
Today I received an email letting me know that our grades were posted. With a watermelon lodged in my throat, I opened them:
While I am ecstatic, this totally negates the lesson I needed to learn now, doesn’t it?
Next on the list, get ready for Christmas ...
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