Okay, I admit it, maybe going abroad during a pandemic wasn’t the smartest idea I’ve ever had.
It’s hard to stay positive when you feel like your whole life is falling apart.
Sounds a bit dramatic, I know, but recently I’ve felt like I’ve been having nothing short of a premature quarter-life crisis.
Humans seem to have the innate desire to label everything; labels give us a sense of order and regularity, they’re a minute sense of security that can help to ground us before we get caught up in the chaos of our modern lifestyles. Labelling something can be seen as an attempt to assert control over a situation and it can help us to manage unfamiliar circumstances.
The Christmas break is upon us at the CFJ and, as the song goes, it’s the "most wonderful time of the year"….right?
As a student, it can sometimes feel like life is flying by at 100mph. One minute you're sunning yourself on a secluded Italian beach and the next you're drowning in deadlines and getting heart palpitations from the copious amounts of caffiene in your bloodstream. Add a weekend job into the equation and the semester is almost over quicker than you can say: "Would you like fries with that?"
Since reaching the ripe old age of 22 it feels like time is escaping me. I barely have time to breathe let alone eat three regular meals, socialize, stick to my deadlines and make sure that I drink enough water (Echo Falls doesn't count, apparently). Call me crazy but I love the thrill(?!) of trying to find a healthy balance between university life, work and down time; I'm the type of person that likes to be kept busy. An extra shift is available, you say? Sure, sign me up. A fun run this weekend? See ya at the finish line.