For the past few weeks, I’ve been battling a nasty sinus infection/cold/cough. It hit me right in the middle of my parents’ visit to my new apartment over Thanksgiving and lingered through the first few days of December.
Getting sick is all around miserable (as I’m sure you know.) All I wanted to do was sleep but my dog and congestion had other ideas. I was in a grumbly mood about spending too much money on tissue boxes and cough drops and annoyed at myself for coughing through my little brother’s birthday dinner. I wasn’t getting better fast enough and that just made me more disgruntled.
Halloween is upon us! While I will be nibbling on plenty of candy and spending the evening trick or treating with my little siblings, another holiday is occupying my brain space: It’s the eve of NaNoWriMo!
National Novel Writing Month, usually shortened to NaNoWriMo, is a month-long writing marathon that commences on November 1st. It celebrates putting the pen to the paper or the fingers to the keyboard and pushes you to write and write and write with the goal of hitting 50,000 words by November 30th. It encourages living in the moment of the first draft and halting your inner editor and critic for thirty days.
Student life can be really challenging. College students juggle multiple classes, extracurricular activities, and internships all while attempting to have a social life.
It can be particularly tough on first-year students who are testing out the collegiate experience away from home for the first time. Having that kind independence can be overwhelming to say the least.
That’s why it is essential to practice acts of self-care from the first day of class through finals week.
Today is my last day as a twenty-four year old human.
I’m feeling lots of feelings. On one hand, I’m thrilled this year is over because it was a doozy. I’m ready for a new age. On the other hand, I’m a little sad that my early twenties are past me. College life is long gone and fun twenty-one seems so far away.
As my 25th birthday approaches, I’ve been thinking a lot about my where and who I was in my younger years. It’s pretty wild to consider how much I’ve grown and changed since I was five, ten, sixteen, or twenty-one.