So far, when I reflect on my semester this year, I see some wonderful things that have happened to me, and I see things that have begun to wear on my heart. Coming out of the Summer, I was so happy to be back at Greenville College with my best friends who I had toured camps all Summer with. I was excited for more opportunities to learn about recording and running live sound. I was pumped to be an RC in Janssen Hall and have an impact on the guys on my floor. But when I looked at my schedule, I knew a time would come in the semester where I was tired and wanted to just give up.
That time is now.
I was walking across campus today, after printing out yet another paper for some class, heading back to my room to burn a CD of a mix I had just finished for my mixing class, and I looked down at myself and realized I was trudging. I was plodding across Scott Field just hoping to get to class in time and that my mix was going to be good enough. I had rolled out of bed 5 minutes before my class that morning after being up till 2am working on some assignment that in the long run won’t make a difference. I was unkempt, and tired, and anyone walking by could see it.
I don’t mean to moan and groan about how awful I’m doing, or that my life sucks, or something dramatic like that. I hope that it doesn’t come across that way.
I am simply tired and need some sort of break. Thanksgiving is still two weeks away and that feels like eternity at the moment.
If you’ve got a spare moment, please whisper a prayer for me. That’s all I need.