Wake up. Go to class. Eat lunch. Read books. Write reflections. Complete papers. Eat dinner. Play an intramural game. Take a shower. Finish up more homework. Go to bed at about 2am. Repeat.
That is just a brief summary of what the past couple weeks have been like. Even now as I think over my daily schedules, I have difficulty remembering everything I do, or every moment that I’m in. My memories of these days are just blurs, caught up in the whirlwind of life and moving from one thing to the next. Life is busy, and it’ll only get busier as I get older.
Of course, being busy isn’t necessarily a bad quality. I enjoy many of my classes, having fun with my classmates and professors while also learning fascinating material. Numerous books that I’ve read this school year have transformed me in more ways than I could’ve ever imagined, and the only regret I have for books is that I didn’t read them sooner than this year. I love being active and playing sports, so intramurals are always a welcome respite from the daily grind of assignments. Being busy with all of these wonderful aspects is a blessing, to be sure.
But, this busyness comes with a different kind of problem. Constantly going from one activity to the next has it’s joys of never having a dull moment, but also prevents me from fully enjoying each moment. My mind begins to no longer be in the moment, but looking ahead to the next event in this blur.
I realize that I need to take moments during this blur, to hold on to these moments rather than letting them get swept up in the chaos of life.