Today’s post is slightly different than the other ones I currently have up on here. I promised in my first post that I would include the good, the bad, and the ugly stories about my time in London, and so far, I’ve only been talking about the former. So here we go.
Something I’ve been finding hard to handle in the midst of the hustle and bustle of student life abroad is time. There are simply not enough hours in the day; from going to classes, to studying, to doing regular adult stuff (laundry, cooking, groceries, budgeting), to thinking about the future and career aspects, to socialising, to blogging and partaking in my other hobbies, to exploring the city, to keeping in touch with family back home…it seems like my to-do list is never-ending, and because I’m so focused on getting everything done, I’m neglecting the person who actually has to do it all: myself.
Last week, I fell behind on uni work, and was trying so hard to play catch-up that I forgot to eat, drink, or shower for a whole day. Yes, I forgot, as if I haven’t been doing those things my entire life to, oh I don’t know, SURVIVE?!
And this cycle started ever since I got here. My priorities have been all over the gaff (side note: how British do I sound saying that? Ha!) and now I feel like I’m reaching a point where if I keep bending, I’ll break. And it’s just no okay.
I feel like I’ve been living in a bubble my entire life, and now with no warning or preparation, that bubble has been popped. And I’m not complaining – it was bound to happen sooner or later – but it just makes me realise that life is literally what you make it, and that it’s important to put yourself first, before anyone or anything.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m going to make sure that before I commit to any plan, or freak out over the amount of articles I need to read for class, or whatever else, I have to remember to take a deep breath and tell myself: me, first.