Stress

It has been a very long time since I have been so tired, so unable to just work up the drive to do what needed to be done. More than that to do good work. I am actually recovering, but I am going to make adjustments in the second half of the term.

Every now and then go away, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer. Go some distance away because then the work appears smaller and more of it can be taken in at a glance and a lack of harmony and proportion is more readily seen. 

- Leonardo Da Vinci

I have found myself engaging in my favorite childhood fantasy. Please forgive me if you are offended, or don't get it. This goes back to my earliest memories. In it I discover I am the last person alive on the planet.   When I put myself in this place, I find that all of the stress I feel about life leaves, and I have a profound sense of peace.  Now I have adjusted it a bit. I realize I would be happy to be the only person alive in a thousand miles. I realize says a lot about what stresses me out, and why I am stressed at all. But there you are. Everything would be different without people. 

I don't have an image small enough to download. Too much to do in too little time. One of the many tasks to attempt on winter break from school. . . . while I am at school anyway, redoing work that I feel is substandard, so that I can resubmit it for a better grade.