It almost physically irritates me reading my last blog, and thinking, oh you had time to write, did you? Whilst that was the case then, I feel like, at the moment, I only have the time to attempt to plan to get through the ever expanding to do list that has become my life, and unfortunately it seems like writing and editing and formatting and cover designing and all that lovely stuff that I actually enjoy in some sort of a vague way gets shoved even further down the list because "life" is happening first.
Now, of course, you could naively ask me what I mean by that, and let's assume you have, because then I can pretty much give you the list :
Whilst attempting to do those amazing things which independence brings of washing, ironing, cleaning, tidying, folding stuff to avoid reironing it (hanging it in such a way that you don't really have to iron it, cooking, etc and all those fun things that you have to do to stay alive, like sleeping, eating and drinking copious amount of tea, there is also this other miscellaneous crap that comes under the definition of 'life' too, such as going to work, attending lectures, doing shopping (that was nearly an amazing typo...) looking for a new job (deciding what you fancy doing as said new job) attending interviews, filling in application forms and the most amazing one of them all FINISHING UNIVERSITY....
Now really, let's face it, that should be pretty simple, because I've had an extra year at practicing how to do all the things I need to do for university, but unfortunately that also involves stressing out at every major obstacle thrown in my direction and, believe me, there have been a considerable number already.
I have roughly two and a half months left where I am legitimately still a university student, and in that time I have two more coursework essays, three end of year essays, an exam to sit and a dissertation to hand in. Now, it all doesn't seem like too much considering the fact that I can pretty much run my life as I want to in April, BUT there have been several hurdles, including but by no means limited to, having halted work on my dissertation at the end of January in order to wait for feedback which has still not arrived, not actually being able to find the information for essay topics on the online system, not having even the vaguest clue as to what on Earth this beast of an exam may entail...
I don't know if it's just feeling like a lot at the moment with the addition of a whole load of other crap, or if I'm genuinely coping with the most official form of growing up since I moved out at eighteen reasonably well, instead of flapping like a duck with something stuck to it's tail feathers, but I don't even really have time to sit down and assess that as a situation, because I have too much else to do!, but pretty soon, (arguably it is both too soon and not soon enough within the same breath) it will all be over and done with, and life will march on in a direction (though what direction is not immediately clear). I may even come to miss this...
So, I'm still writing periodically - mainly in brief fits and starts when I have a few moments on public transport or before I fall asleep - and avoiding editing like the plague, and hoping for that one magical day in the future where I will actually have the time AND the inclination to be able to work towards the career that I have tentatively set my heart on since and inappropriately young age, but maybe that really is me being too much of a dreamer.
