Focus

I told one of my (wonderful) supervisors at work today how overwhelmed I was feeling and mentioned that I had been asked to speak to some of the undergrads about grad school. "I just don't know that I'm the person to talk to them," I told her, "Because I am a mess."

"It wouldn't be a good graduate program if it didn't make you cry," she said, handing me a tissue. "And that's what you need to tell them. You're the right person because you are real, and you aren't going to sit up there and pretend like you know everything and be all cocky."

Well, that's the truth! I feel like this semester has gone wildly different from how I expected, and how I wanted. And I have cried so, so much I annoy myself. So it's always good when someone tells me it is okay to be a mess.

I just hope I can pull it together to get everything done. I feel like there's so much I can't focus on anything. (Which may be why I am writing on this blog?) So then I feel like I can't start anything which means I continue to dither, overwhelmed. Bleh. I'm going to sit here until I have SOMETHING accomplished.