Truthfully, deadlines have been evil for me this semester, as I have struggled to keep up with grading papers and responding to drafts, as well as finish my own homework. I tend to vilify myself as the worst professor ever, so when I discovered that I am not the only professor who feels the crunch of time, I felt relieved. My favorite college professor of all time revealed that yes, he too, struggled with papers and the never-ending refillable stack. Somehow that made me feel tremendously better.
Granted, I am still a perfectionist with a desire to finish everything perfectly on time, but another thought occurs to me…what’s the rush? Why am I trying to speed through life without paying attention to what’s happening around me? Will the world end if I don’t grade everything on time? Will I somehow become less than human or start a terrible drought? Probably not. I will keep plugging away and not freak out when the deadlines hit. That’s my new goal.
I aced my major paper for the first doctorate class, so at least that is out of the way. The semester is almost over, and then begins again. I wonder if I will have a break?
I have creative projects waiting, but this fall I feel like hibernating. It’s nearly a year since my beloved older cousin and two other family members passed away. I hope that I can keep their memory within my heart.
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