Nothing particularly “bad” has happened this week. I haven’t lost or broken anything; I haven’t flunked an exam (although I’ve got one coming up that I keep forgetting to study for); our cars, apartment and various material possessions are intact; I haven’t fallen out with any friends.
And yet it’s been a bad week. I’m just off my game. I feel unfocused, unprepared and uninspired. I’m flying blind in more ways than one, and I’m starting to burn out. And here’s the kicker: September isn’t even over yet! The semester simultaneously feels like it’s just begun and it’s flying by; I’m simultaneously tempted to take things slowly and feeling rushed to barely keep up.
This week cannot end fast enough.