Spring break of your freshman year in college
stereotypically consists of bikinis, beer, and best friends. As I tend to do, I
have taken this week to entirely defy what stereotypes have been set and spent
the majority of my time in the true college fashion—eating and sleeping. As I
attempted to recover from a long three months of studying, rehearsal, illness
and injury, it occurred to me that life at home had not ceased to exist as I
had previously imagined.
I don’t know what it is about change that acts as such a
paralytic but I have found that time and time again when faced with a period of
transition I am prone to a sort of snail-like mentality- if I curl up tightly
enough then the rest of the world will move on. This is a fairly accurate
statement but for whatever reason I have it stuck in my head that the rest of the
world will pause and wait for me to catch up and this is where things take a
turn for the worse.
Furthermore, instead of waiting for spring break to pull a snail
maneuver I decided to curl up and hibernate in the middle of this last
semester. Now don’t get me wrong, resting is vital to a person’s well-being and
I definitely needed to rest, but assuming that the rest of Warner Pacific and
beyond would take five while I took a cat nap was not only naïve but just plain
ignorant.
I suppose an outsider might say that a fundamental character
flaw of mine is the tendency to live like a snail when I should be living like
a bipedal humanoid of the female variety, that I need to stop sleeping and
start moving. While this observation is a sound one I find myself
wholeheartedly disagreeing. Maybe the way I went about it wasn’t so smart but I
truly believe that taking time to rest and revitalize is key to a healthy lifestyle,
I just need to work on finding a balance between a snail and a me.
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