…for me. Besides sounding kind of funny, November is one of my most stressful months. Profs are rushing to finish their syllabus, I’m busy with a second round of midterms followed by lab exams and papers, and writing a blog post every day should be the last thing on my mind.
Me of twenty-two days ago, you weren’t thinking this through. (Yes, I know you were thinking “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!” and “How hard could it be?”)
Hard, twenty-two-days younger me. Hard.
What’s worse is that I noticed something somewhat upsetting about my writing: my posts are shorter. My writing is rushed. It’s not as thought out. It’s occasionally marred by terrible grammar and spelling.
But I am going to finish this month. I am going to finish NaBloPoMo.
And when December hits, I am going to faint from exhaustion (then get back up and study for finals).
“Are you aware that rushing toward a goal is a sublimated death wish? It’s no coincidence we call them ‘deadlines.” ― Tom Robbins