Just Be

Clearly someone has been trying to get my attention for a while, because it just smacked me in the face.

Thursday's devotion from The Daily Word

Two such simple words.

Y'all, I'm not going to lie. I'm exhausted. Like stick-a-fork-in-me-i'm-done exhausted. I would tell you what I've been doing the past two weeks, but quite honestly I can't remember.

I've been running from here to there and back and to see teachers and running errands and moving things around my room and telling myself that's being productive and cleaning my room at 2:30 in the morning and having dance parties to Starships by Nicki at 4:30 in the afternoon and walking around my school twice before I remember what I'm doing, all while humming a Big & Rich song from 2007. To say I'm a bit scatterbrained at the moment is a bit of an understatement.

The past two weeks have just been building and building with stress, anticipation, hope, fear, anxiety, and one too many Diet Cokes and Venti Iced Coffees.  

Wednesday, I just lost it. Over what you might ask? Trying to decide what science I'm going to take my senior year.  One thing I'm telling my college counselor how I'm hoping my schedule will pan out and the next I'm sobbing about how I haven't slept, eaten, or really stopped for the past two weeks. Thankfully she's one of the teachers that I'm closest too, but I'm still pretty sure I gave her a good shock.

Yesterday, I was refreshed. I could see the finish line. I was sprinting at the end of the race.

Today, I'll turn in my U.S. History Paper, a long tradition at my school and one of the two major projects of my Junior Year.  I actually really did enjoy writing it, and I learned a lot about Ronald Reagan in the process. But I'm not going to lie, I really don't want to see or type the words 'conservative', 'republican', or 'Reagan' for a very long, long time. Two tests later, I'll be free as a bird.

Monday, I'll board a plane for Chicago, then Delhi, then Kolkata, then Bhubaneswar, and will be a temporary ex-pat once again for two weeks.

Contrary to popular belief, I don't do this every spring, nor did I plan out my junior year this way.

But I do know one thing, stressed out or not.

It's my life and it's sure fun.


xoxo,

Royar
{The Young Southern Prep}