You know, the worst thing about getting a break, is when it ends. This last week was the longest time I've had to myself since paramedic school started. I haven't even had a real weekend in months; I get moments, hours if I'm lucky, but more than a day? Forget it. I sold my soul to the devil, and he keeps me on my toes.
Six days off, and I've done my darnedest to make sure I wasn't the least bit productive. Now, of course, I am dreading going back tomorrow. While this break was a much needed relief, it has also entirely halted my motivation to do anything scholastic. Least we're on the home stretch. But I'm barely passing by the skin of my teeth as it is; how am I going to succeed when I can't seem to get up the gumption to crack a book anymore?
This semester has been one of the most challenging semesters to date. I just keeping hoping that sometime soon I'll hit bottom. At least then I'll know I can't fall any farther. But I don't think this sink hole has a bottom. This break has been a sigh of relief. A safety net has caught me momentarily, but those ropes are breaking one by one, and tomorrow it's back to school, life, stress.
For now, it's off to bed. In the morning, I'll wake up falling yet again.
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