BABIES, BREAKDOWNS, & BRAVERY

I felt like ranting (or crying, still not sure) a lot today because it's only Tuesday and the workload I've naively taken on this term (again) is becoming more and more apparent. 18 hours on the job, two senior staff positions, and 10-13 hour days if you count all the classes and meetings in between. Also working out 6 days a week, despite my swollen ankle. Go go go.

Someone texted me that they'd be missing a meeting tonight because they had too much work to do. Deep breaths. 

Then I was killing time on Facebook, reading things about Mars missions and browsing pictures of cats when I stumbled across a photo from an old high school acquaintance. It was a picture of a newborn baby girl wrapped in a white blanket with a matching white beanie.

I rant often about how I don't want to get married anytime soon, or have kids for the next decade. But this made me shut up. Here I am, complaining about my current five group projects, part-time jobs and whatnot. And sure, it's a lot of work. But here was this person who I'd completely forgot about who just gave birth to a tiny 7 lb human being within the past hour and was smiling about it.  So I should probably suck it up. And be brave.