I teeter on the fine line between perfection and absolute dumpster fire on a daily basis. Some days I perk up to Eurythmics’ “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)” cloying melody boisterly blaring from my iPhone’s miniscule speakers. On other days, that dreaded opening synth line reminds me that I’m waking up to already suffocatingly pending amount of work. Little did I expect that by the end of that night, I’d be reveling in childhood nostalgia. Maybe balance does exist.
I self-diagnosed myself with a punishing disease every Sunday during the school year when I was growing up. It wasn’t life threatening by any stretch, but it was chronic and I let the “Sunday Blues” fester and spread. After lunchtime, my family would assume the lazy Sunday position, Mom drew out her book, Dad would lean back into his armchair, my brother would kick it and transform the couch into a verified 180-degree sleepnumber cradle. Then there was me: a torquing stressball thinking about the commitments I had on the back burner.
Not to my surprise, my impotence to relax rankled as my as I moved through school. As I moved into college, a disheartening correlation reared its head. The impending work load and life responsibilities didn’t disappear, and my ability to chill out without doubt didn’t increase. Anyone in ACCT 2200 would understand, as liabilities increase, if assets don’t rise to match — you’re out of business.
Last Sunday, I thought I found myself rolling out of bed with a matured and mutated rendering of the horrifying “OH *BLEEP* Sunday Blues.” This specific stand is characterized by excessive self-loathing due to all-day Saturday procrastination, and brimming amounts impending school and life work. What followed was a blur of adrenaline, coffee, and fear-fueled productivity. Understandably, it wasn’t pleasant. Rightly, I contend that since I allowed my body and mind to crash the day before, I found the fertile foundation for my unnerving amount of productivity.
It isn’t sexy, but that balance between the hard work, and the necessary amount down time helped me finish. The balance showed me that I am capable of relaxing, and allowed me to have time to watch The Brave Little Toaster.