Yesterday was my first day of the semester, and as usual, it feels as if I didn't even leave. I wouldn't say I came back to school a different person, but I certainly have a clearer perception of my goals for the next few months, both academically, emotionally, and physically.
My workload may not (read: WILL not) be lighter than last semester, as I had originally hoped, since I now have both internship and family obligations. And not to mention classes that require me to develop new skills that I'm not used to before. It's both exciting and intimidating at the same time, but I'd like to think that I'm ready for the challenges.
I want a 4.0 this semester. In the scheme of things, getting the highest GPA doesn't really matter to me, but it's a challenge. And maybe it's a good challenge. I probably won't make the mark, but if I set the bar high enough, my result can't be so bad...right?
I want to take up yoga. Zumba is super fun but I think I need a balance too. After my few mental breakdowns last semester, perhaps my mind and body need to take more breaks. The right way, not by schlepping in bed and getting lettuce from my hoagies all over my sheets.
I want to bake more. I'll be home more often this semester, and what better way to take a study break than to bake a cake or two? And once time (and money) permits, I might be able to add "macaron connoisseur" to my résumé.
I want to let go of the petty things. Life's too short to get worked up over things that really don't own up to anything. Time is too precious, and so is happiness. I can be easily irritated, and I try really hard to not let the same ol' things bother me. It's not easy and takes work, but my God will I feel a lot better.
I want to enjoy reading again. And that would require one thing: to read more. And textbooks don't count!
Who knows if I abide by any of these things, but if I fail, at least this post can hold me accountable.
