You know what’s harder than reading a Virginia Woolf novel every week? Reading a Virginia Woolf novel every week and catching up on reading her short stories that you apparently were supposed to read the week before and staying on top of all the other stuff, of which there is much.
Up to this point, grad school hasn’t been much more challenging than undergrad. Grad school has been fun: studying all the subjects that really interest me and having plenty of time to do it, not having auditioned for any plays.
Suddenly, however, there are curve balls. The most surprising curve ball being that the assignments take far, far longer than they logically ought to take. Or they logically should take a long time, but no one warns you that the assignment would take that long. Or there’s just so much to do. I am increasingly aware of how much there is to do.
However, comma, I’ll repeat what I’ve said before, and I’ll say it a hundred time more:
God has gotten me through in the past. God will get me through now.
There will come a day when I will panic. But it is not this day. No. Not today. How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.