I was a busy bee in high school. As the years progressed, I became busier and busier, with school and sports and then college applications. Classes increased in difficulty and workload when I started taking honors and AP courses. I’ve played competitive sports my whole life and, as the college recruitment process started to heat up, my main sport became more and more serious in terms of practice time, competition level, and where we traveled. I also decided to run varsity cross country in the fall to help keep me in shape for my main sport. And, of course, I had to participate in, co-found, and run a few clubs to show that I was well-rounded.
To help get myself through this never-ending tidal wave of studying and extracurriculars, I developed a little mantra for whenever I started to feel absolutely exhausted. When it was finals time and I’d get a little eye twitch from the stress and lack of sleep, I’d tell myself: “You can sleep when you’re dead.”
For some reason, that phrase popped into my head today. I hadn’t thought about it in a long time. I was just as busy in college, but in a different way since I had more control of how I managed my time. At some point, I moved away from that thought process.
Looking at it now, I could definitely poke some holes into that mantra. It has the potential to be problematic. Self-care and well-being are more important than acing a test or winning a tournament. True, but not what this blog post is about.
Even as I recognize from my current vantage point that this mantra could lead to unhealthy, ultimately self-defeating behavior, I actually think I need to bring a little bit more of that mentality to my everyday life now.
I’ve been recently starting to realize that myself and the people around me are in danger of becoming nothing but a bunch of complainers. We’re so tired. It gets dark so early in the winter. How can we have any energy when it gets dark so early? There’s no time to work out and, even if there was, we’re too tired.
And the worst part? We totally support and affirm each other in our complaints.
Where’s the girl who went to school for 8 hours, practiced with the school team, drove an hour to practice with the club team, and then drove the hour home only to stay awake and do homework for a couple more hours? Where’s my “get sh*t done” attitude of yore gone?
I want it back this year. A little more carpe diem, a little less complaining.