Friday, January 23, 2026

Burnt Out So Soon?

Today marks the end of the 3rd week of second semester. As I'm writing I still haven't survived all my classes for the day, but despite my week ending on my favourite class of this semester, I can't find it in myself to be excited. 

I'm becoming worried about the lethargy that surrounds doing my work. I've got a project due next tuesday that I'm maybe. 50% of the way done at best. that I really feel no anxiety over. More than no anxiety, when I turn around the idea of that project in my mind I feel like I'm staring a blank spot. I really want to want to do my work. I want to be excited about this class. It's weird to feel so blank about my classes. This degree may not have been my first choice, or even one of my first considerations, but I do genuinely like the work I've gotten to do.   

The guitar is not saving me. I fear I care more for learning and playing the guitar and bass than doing my work, and I've got barely enough reign on my motivations to stop myself from doing so. 

Maybe it'd do me good to get one of those journal planners. I always fear buying one and doing nothing with it. I at least need to start doing some kind of time blocking to give myself the opportunity to do my work ahead of 24 hours before its due. There's nothing I hate more than the stress of that, even though I've been doing that for the better part of the entirety of my academic career. 

Maybe I dislike being tired. I feel tired. Not just the not enough sleep kind, which is only partially true, but the kind that's already settled in my bones. The kind that makes the world feel molasses slow and sluggish. 

Maybe I should give myself one of those days to really do nothing. A day to do nothing with no expectations of doing anything. It's hard to know when to dole out those days, because they are entirely necessary every once in awhile, but it's hard to validate to myself that they're necessary because I'll often already be on a train of not doing any work, so to make myself sit down with the expectation that I won't be doing any of it for yet another day feels stressful. 

Maybe.  

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