Pandemonium

September is almost over and all I see myself doing is lamenting about the quick pace and wishing for a quick end. What happened to my optimism? What happened to "this whole world is new world, a bold world, and I'm feeling good"? Why has it become a struggle to get to class or do my homework? Don't I enjoy learning?

Over the past few days, I've decided something was definitely wrong (first step is always the hardest). I'm portraying Slacker Sara from previous semesters, but that's not who I am or who I want to be. Let's welcome back Studious Sara. I believe I can begin to make sense of this semester by organizing my mind. I've revamped my efforts in my calender, have created a visual task list, and the next step is to start writing more.

My first writings shall be in the journal required for my museum studies class, but after I have some work put into that I hope to start writing about the articles were reading either here or in my moleskin.

I do have to remember that the dealing with this chaos does not preclude the long-term goals of grad school. Get your act together Sara!