Suffering from Senioritis

The burnout is real.

Me

As diagnosed by my roommate, Bella, I am truly suffering from Senioritis.

If you’re a true friend of the blog, you’ll realize that I missed both Sunday Hangover and my typical Tuesday post.

When it comes to a passion project such as this, I try to limit myself in the devotation and effort I dedicate to this due to a fear of ‘girlbossing too close to the sun’, so to speak.

In the sunset of my academic life, I’m truly suffering from a classic case of being absolutely done with anything related to school. This includes, but is not limited to, homework, meetings, projects, emailing any professor back, and waking up for my 8 a.m. (though, I haven’t missed any of those yet, Mom).

Also me

During the fall and winter months, I felt extremely motivated. I would wake up every day at 8 a.m., make a hearty and healthy breakfast, run errands, and truly get sh*t done.

Waking up before 9 a.m. now is truly painful, leaving little to no room for anything besides a cliff bar, splashing some cold water on my face, and leaving myself facing existential dread of buying groceries or tampons.

While this is now slightly resembling a journal entry of mine, it’s meant to allow me to face dead on what I’m feeling. The reality is, hustle culture is starting to truly get to me. I do things because I think I should, not because I want to or feel motivated to. I exhaust myself by setting unrealistic expectations in the last inning.

Finally, me.

It’s time to embrace Senioritis. Now is the last time that I can slack without concequences. My intro to jewelry class will not suffer.

If you agree, send this to a friend. Sorry it was short, but I hope sweet!