On The Mothership

I'm completely failing at the whole "blog each week" thing. There's not a reason for it other than my own procrastination. But whatever. I'm here to talk about stress and worry. Most of the people I know would likely say that I'm a pretty chill person. That's not to say that I don't get angry or worried or upset or excited or that I don't care about things, because I do all those things. However, rarely do I stress or worry excessively. Why? I've wondered this for a long time and asked myself the question often. I wasn't able to put it into words until just recently, while I was reading Jack Kerouac's book The Dharma Bums (a great book, by the way). One quote in particular caught my eye today as I was reading: "the earth is a fresh planet, why worry about anything?" Which, of course, got me thinking. In the context of eternity, out time spent on this planet is but a fraction of a second and yet, some people choose

After a brief and unnecessary hiatus, I have returned to the land of blogging. Quick update: -The semester ended yesterday -I have another part time job -I am taking summer classes, which start in June -Loads of other busy things The thing is, even though school has ended, things aren't calming down. They seem to only be speeding up and I wonder if I'll be able to keep up with everything. I thought that the semester ending would mean a lot of stresses ending, but honestly, I'm not feeling the stress lighten any. It feels like my brain is saying, "There are unidentifiable stresses so you should be anxious for no reason and feel moderately upset at nothing." Heck is this. Hopefully, within the next week or so, I'll fall into a semi-normal routine in which my brain accepts that school is now over. Sorry if this was short, but it's only an update. Peace and may the Force be with you, my dudes.