So yeah. That's how I went into this semester thinking. Let me give the answer my roommates and close friends know is more like me. I started out this semester motivated, as always, and that exhilaration lasted longer than normal. I am determined to do well this semester; with just enough time and energy for the only 3 classes I have left at BYU, I have no room to slack. Or so I imagine. Realistically, the way I've survived is by taking more breaks than I should, sleeping in to get the rest I need because the previous day wore me out so much, eating more chocolate than is reasonably healthy, and being more social than I originally allow time for. With the intense stress of getting these four months over with, demanding, crucial, and extremely difficult in so many ways, I realize more than ever the need to stay close to the things that keep me connected to this world, or I will go insane.
It makes me think that often times, we make life more dramatic than it should be. Complaining about the hard times, when in reality, I cannot recall a time in my life when my difficulties have surpassed my blessings, and as long as I hold strong, it will never happen. Now, actually being able to focus on and recognize those blessings is another story, buuuuut I think it's definitely worth a shot, every time.
Oh yeah. I turned 22, Thanksgiving happened and, well...I'll update for realz soon.