As the end of the semester approaches—thank God—I’ve become increasingly busy. Although my workload has actually decreased in size since I am almost finished reading all of my assignments for the year, I now have essays to combat.
They are far worse a foe than a boring essay on the Sublime.
Over the weekend, I worked on my anthropology essay. Now yes, I said I was going to work on it Wednesday, but stuff came up. Then Thursday I was so not in the mood to work on it, and I’ve come to learn after three years of school that if you don’t feel like doing it at that moment, you’ll do nothing but stress yourself out sitting there staring at the computer screen.* Because I’m so far ahead in my work (yes, I’m a nerd *waves*) I can get away with putting it off for a few days. It’s part of the benefits to being said nerd. If you’re not one, then I say “neener, neener” to you. But I digress.
So I began working on my anthropology paper on the collapse of the Maya on Friday. Once I got started, it went pretty smoothly. I finished it on Saturday (there was no way I was going to write a 10 page research paper in one day. Talk about a brain explosion). And I actually had a lot of fun writing it—who knew? I liked my sources, so that made the paper that much easier to write.
However, that doesn’t deter from the fact that it took me two days to write. Two days in which I could have been writing my story instead. Talk about a bummer. And as I face yet another week with a new essay—meet my foe, Romantic Literature— I wonder, is there a way to deal with all of the stress that comes with being so busy?
I try as much as I can to relax, but sometimes it doesn’t ever seem to work. My most common “relaxers” are:
- Watch a movie/ brainless TV
- Hangout and talk with my parents and boyfriend
- Sleep—my personal favourite (kidding... maybe)
- Reading—this has become increasingly hard to do/enjoy. Recently, it seems that all the books I pick up have been crap. They are the types of books I wouldn’t have read even before I took writing seriously. Now that I am taking it seriously, I really can’t read these books because my brain just works on all the things wrong with the writing and the book. It sucks. I have a few beta stories waiting in the wings to be read, but I just don’t have the energy to read them right now. I have to actually beta them, regardless of what the writer says, so that means investing more time than I would a Kresley Cole book or a Monica McCarty book (is anyone else excited for her book?! It came out today! I can’t wait to get my hands on a copy! I think I have to wait till Thursday though, drat!)
So my question for you is: what do you do to relax?
*Same goes with writing.*