still here

In case you were worried about my well-being, have no fear- I'm still here.

In the interest of time, and finals, and the small matter of finishing up my undergraduate career, I have started yet another blog. It requires much less attention to substantial musings, while still providing an ample outlet for my procrastinating needs.

No, I am not leaving Blogger. Rest assured, there will be posts in the future. But, on the off-chance anyone actually reads this blog and wants to keep up with me on a more daily basis, I can be found HERE.

drowning

At the risk of sounding psychotic, I sort of feel like I'm voluntarily sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool and watching it fill with water. I'm drowning, and yet I am making no moves to swim for air. I am not tied to the floor. There aren't any weights strapped to my ankles. I am sitting at the bottom, staring up at the surface, slowly suffocating. The water just keeps getting deeper.

Of course, this entire scenario is metaphorical. But it is an extraordinarily exact description of how I feel with regards to school and life. I have so much to do in so little time (my own procrastination's fault), that every single deadline and responsibility is like another ten gallons of water pressing on my lungs. And still, I stay. Making no moves to save myself. Eventually, I have to make a decision- sink or swim. Pass or fail. The irony in this situation is that I'm a good swimmer. I'm a good student. Former lifeguard. Dean's List 7 semesters in a row.

So why am I still at the bottom? And why am I not moving?