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After spending most of the summer vigorously fighting off Vacation Depression, it's finally caught up with me. I've spent the last week (partly due to painkillers for dental surgery) doing absolutely nothing of use, and now I'm wallowing in misery. There's no schedule! There's nothing interesting! I'm unproductive! Woe, shame, and doom!
Of course, since classes start on Wednesday, I don't expect this to last long. But it's annoying while it's here. I've gotten better at dealing with it (hurrah for a year of therapy!), but I can still get bogged down in the guilt spiral of being too depressed to do anything useful because I'm so miserable about not having done anything useful. And so forth. It is all very silly and illogical, but since when has that stopped anything from happening?
Which is to say I haven't been keeping up with my Greek, or my Latin, or my French. Or reading much. Or writing anything. Or keeping up with chores. Or going to the rock gym enough. (Though the treadmill is bland enough that I get to the ordinary gym sometimes.) And I...uh...only tried one new recipe that came out spectacularly? And I only spent one hour at a used bookstore gathering stuff for a friend-of-friend's book club and...uh...
See, that's the thing. If I try to actually list all the reasons why I suck, it sounds even sillier. I didn't get a hell of a lot done lately, but I did some things. I do not suck. I just had a rather lazy week, which is not unusual when recovering from wisdom teeth removal, and was, in fact, a driving reason behind my making sure to get those teeth yanked more than a week before the start of classes.
I guess I could fret about my textbooks not arriving in time, but I couldn't really get my heart into it. All of the books I haven't already got are the Latin and Greek texts which I can, in a pinch, find for free on Perseus anyway. I've barely even been having stress nightmares about next semester! I know and adore one of my professors, and am not terrified of the other. It'll be fine.
Oh well. Summers. They're a bit rocky to deal with. I hope to at least get a little more writing in before classes start; once they get going, it'll mostly happen as a way to procrastinate on homework.
Of course, since classes start on Wednesday, I don't expect this to last long. But it's annoying while it's here. I've gotten better at dealing with it (hurrah for a year of therapy!), but I can still get bogged down in the guilt spiral of being too depressed to do anything useful because I'm so miserable about not having done anything useful. And so forth. It is all very silly and illogical, but since when has that stopped anything from happening?
Which is to say I haven't been keeping up with my Greek, or my Latin, or my French. Or reading much. Or writing anything. Or keeping up with chores. Or going to the rock gym enough. (Though the treadmill is bland enough that I get to the ordinary gym sometimes.) And I...uh...only tried one new recipe that came out spectacularly? And I only spent one hour at a used bookstore gathering stuff for a friend-of-friend's book club and...uh...
See, that's the thing. If I try to actually list all the reasons why I suck, it sounds even sillier. I didn't get a hell of a lot done lately, but I did some things. I do not suck. I just had a rather lazy week, which is not unusual when recovering from wisdom teeth removal, and was, in fact, a driving reason behind my making sure to get those teeth yanked more than a week before the start of classes.
I guess I could fret about my textbooks not arriving in time, but I couldn't really get my heart into it. All of the books I haven't already got are the Latin and Greek texts which I can, in a pinch, find for free on Perseus anyway. I've barely even been having stress nightmares about next semester! I know and adore one of my professors, and am not terrified of the other. It'll be fine.
Oh well. Summers. They're a bit rocky to deal with. I hope to at least get a little more writing in before classes start; once they get going, it'll mostly happen as a way to procrastinate on homework.