Going to my happy place
With less than 2 weeks until the big day, I'm as stressed as ever. Pretty much trying to keep the sympathetics from completely overtaking my body (i'm so stressed, i'm beyond the initial parasympa response), i'm at Panera, trying to return my heart rate from its current tachycardic state.
I'm trying to push myself to just keep at it for these last couple of days, but it gets harder and harder to do so, since I'm cycling through "yeah, i can do it" to "i don't wanna do it" to "wah, wah, wah, this test is going to kick my butt."
Remember, sky light?
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