When the school year ended (a little over 2 weeks ago) I summoned whatever was left in my sweaty, sleep deprived body to throw away as much as possible and pack the remains. When I got to Chicago the transition into summer sloth was seamless: I regularly sleep 7 hours, nap whenever I want, and spend most of my day in front of a screen (presumably eating). At this point, my Type A tendencies usually refresh and I begin living by a planner filled with the pet projects I’ve been neglecting. That means tackling my to-read list, writing, organizing, blogging, volunteering, going to open mics, etc. And yes, I can definitely sense myself getting back into those hyperproductive habits (this post itself is a sign). This isn’t a bad thing. I love being productive; I’m a bundle of applauded addictions and I have no intention of changing.
But at the same time, why not let this summer slothiness carry on a little longer? After all, this year was a busy one. I lived in the WORD suite (spending the year promoting literacy via community service), ran my first halfmarathon, placed 6th at Louder Than A Bomb’s college indie slam, did Alternative Spring Break, got into my college’s lit mag, read at award’s night, and got an honorable mention for my poetry.
I took 2 Shannon Reed classes…
This year was more challenging and rewarding than I could’ve ever imagined. Time after time I stood in front of my workload and said impossible. And each time I rolled up my sleeves and made it *happen (*results varied). It was a great year; I wouldn’t dare argue otherwise. But after the year I had I could use some nothing. What better way to celebrate 2013-2014’s whirlwind of a work and recreation than to kick back for a while… watch some Seinfeld, play some videogames, go for a run, and eat like a god.
If that means my planner will be collecting dust a little longer, so be it. I will come back stronger, rejuvenated, and ready to take on all the tasks I’m ridiculous enough to tackle.