That moment when you wake up, and it feels like you’ve been hit by a bus. The first conscious swallow hurts, the sniffles begin, and you dread opening your eyes. Yes, its that time. The time of year (winter) when everyone gets sick. Yesterday I had the “it feels like I’m getting sick” feeling, but I woke up this morning sick. There is a very big, and very not fun difference.
Luckily, its a Saturday, so I was able to spend a good part of my day under the covers. I probably looked mostly dead in the meetings I had, but I am quite unbothered by that. The current day-in-bed uniform is my favourite flannel, (mostly because I could wear it to meetings) a pair of St. Andrews pajama pants that have great pockets for cough drops and tissues, which are tucked into my Red Sox fuzzy socks (thanks Mollie). I know, its easily the most attractive look of the year. I’m sure it will be all over the runways soon.
I’d say I’m eating soup because I’m sick, but to be honest, I always eat soup. Like at least one meal a day is soup. I had some spicy tomato soup earlier, though if I’m feeling a bit better tomorrow, I’ll be making this soup, which is like chicken noodle soup for the non-meat eater. I have some raspberries in the fridge that will also be eaten. Probably right after I finish writing this.
I have a collection of cold meds (because honestly, I always (and basically only) get colds) as well as a bag of cough drops and Emergen-C. What more can a sick uni student really need? Probably a bit more sleep and a not as many meetings, but there are just so many exciting projects going on in life at the moment, I can handle the little cold.
(counting on the fact that I get it together over the next day or so, there will be a bit of more normal, weekly update post soon)
At 3am on Saturday I pulled banana bread out of the oven. Now, if this had been high school, it could easily be assumed it was for yet another thing I had promised to do. But this time, it just was. I should have been asleep, but instead, I was eating warm banana bread with a few of my housemates in the quiet early morning. Its a good description of my week.
I don’t have words for how busy the past week was. Looking at my calendar was physically stressful. It felt like junior year all over again. I treasured the free moments I had, and broke my attempted rule of not working while eating meals. It was the collision of coursework, recruitment for my Enactus project, looking for next year’s housing, and the beginning of our Human Trafficking awareness campaign. But, as always, the week is over and we have started another busy, though luckily not as busy, one.
If you look at my calendar, its full except for the weekends. With just a few meetings or events sprinkled in, the weekends stay open and quiet. They’re for recharging, mentally and physically, and getting ahead on the endless reading for my courses. Weekends are for sleeping in, slow breakfasts, and depending on the week, a nap. They’re the days I take the time to really cook, and sometimes, bake. I don’t think I could make it through the week without the peace of the weekends.
There are a few new things looming in the future, from performances to the continued development of TR:ust. I’m so happy with the opportunities 2016 is already holding.
I’ve finished my first week of the second term of my first year of university. I meant to write a week ago about flying back and settling in, but jet lag thoroughly kicked my butt. I’ve decided to move away from weekly update posts, though I still plan to post (almost) weekly, but with a little less rigid structure. Just write a little more.
It feels really good to be in a new year. 2015 was a big one. A life changing one. One I really need to write about, but thats another time. I want 2016 to still be big, but maybe with a little less dramatic change.
The flight from Austin to Manchester (plus the train to Lancaster, and the taxi to the university) is not fun. Will never be fun. But its definitely livable. And much less stressful now.
I stood in proper snow for the first time I can remember. It was beautiful. I think even a few days of gently snow makes up for the cold and rain that is the weather here most of the time. Running errands is so much more fun when there are snowflakes getting caught in your hair.
The first week back was difficult. Getting back into the swing of things always is. I feel more settled now, but the week ahead is so busy. Its only Monday and I already feel like I’m being pulled in a hundred directions. One of my housemates told me yesterday that I put too much pressure on myself and I’m trying to remember that. I don’t have to do everything.
More to come.