We have reached that time of year folks. When every student in post secondary education would like to crawl under a rock and come out when exams are long over and there is snow on the ground and Eggnog (or maybe something a little stronger) in the fridge.
And personally -I have 17 days to finish two midterms (one which I finished this morning woohooo!) complete two weeks of classes, a handful of assignments and prep & ace 5 exams. THATS STRESS. Big, bold,- flashing in your face -drink five cups of coffee- get negative hours of sleep – STRESS.
There has been a huge joke (that isn’t actually that much of a joke) going around that 2016 has been a really hard year for the world and a lot of people.
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AND WHILE I AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY- I am trying very hard to focus on all of the good things that came out of this year because I am struggling to remain positive while feeling so burnt out.
However last night at 1:45 in the wee hours of November 28th I found myself dancing around in my underwear like a lunatic to ‘Beautiful Soul’ by Jesse McCartney.
And it got me thinking that maybe life is just that. Some nights you are sad and exhausted and wonder how the hell you’re going to get out of bed the next day because a lot of things are unfair. And others are all giggles and sunshine dancing and laughing and the weight of the world on your shoulders suddenly seems bearable.
The bottom line is that you need to feel it all very deeply and I think that’s something everyone should come to learn. This includes the bad stuff too. Validate what you are feeling and know that it’s part of the process to feel this way and you’ll be surprised at how much a release you can get from that emotion you’re letting go of.
You are doing yourself a disservice if you hold back.
So my answer to stress and life being hard is ‘well, yeah’. There should be days that will break your heart. And I hope you cry and sob and scream and cuddle with blankets and hide from the world.
But then I can’t let go of the hope that there will continue to be days where simple happiness radiates out of your own choices. So I hope there will be days where you finger paint and eat cookie doh right out of the package. There will be some where you splash in puddles and get really excited for things like halloween and holding babies, days where you call your best friends giggling on the phone because you got into the program you applied too. Hopefully you aren’t too old to run around catching snow flakes on your tongue and wrestle with your dog. I hope popsicles remind you of summer and campfires make you feel like you’re 20 and in love, that clementines make you excited for christmas, that you always sing with the windows rolled down when you’re driving in the car, and that you never miss out on a chance to pop bubble wrap when you get something in the mail. As always I hope the sunrise grants you the peace of a brand new day and that the idea of your bright future continues to thrill you. I hope shortbread candles make you feel cozy and wrapped up. But most importantly I hope you dance like a idiot in your underwear to boy bands because if you can’t bring yourself joy then you’ve just missed the whole point of this weird messed up life that we’re all trying so hard to figure out.
Wishing you snowflake kisses, and warm latte’s sprinkled with joy