I’ve just had the most stressful two weeks of college that I can remember. Tests, presentations, papers, huge Chess Club events, other club’s paperwork. It’s been whelming, but not quite over.

I meditate on the pain in my shoulders and neck and how much I enjoy it and the stress and sleep deprevation. The real me is clinging on to this cramped feeling, and fighting to keep it. Because just last semester, parts of me crumbled under lesser stressors. Yet here I am. Here. Still here, and still going.

I’m surviving a semester like I haven’t been able to for a long time. I’m surviving life. It’s not easy, but I’m moving forward, and catching up to myself. And damn am I hard to keep up with!