Getting to the point.

This week is quickly coming to a close. For any of you who are in leadership training positions or have ever been to a camp of pretty much any type you know this one thing- that means it is about to get juicy. I am coming to that inevitable point where you have to reveal more of yourself than you really ever wanted to because the fluff is gone, and there may be tears. Thank goodness this is online so you don't have to see them or heaven forbid reciprocate them. Especially since I am a CRYER, in the sorority world there is a joke-ish saying “one tear classy, two tears trashy" Let me tell you, I am a trashy trashy girl if that is true. But that is enough of a delay- on to the good stuff.

I thrive only under pressure. I do it to myself you know, and I know you are all thinking, duh me too. It is sad in my opinion that so many of us are forced to thrive under pressure, to live and work under pressure alone. However, when things are easy and good I am lost, I don't even want to get out of bed. When there is some huge project I have to do I groan because it is what you are supposed to do... twelve hour shift? Ughhhhhh- I don't wanna! but a part of me is like wait, that is a long shift and I also have a midterm next week, oooh and that huge paper, and four scarves to sew. How am I going to get this all done. I am strangely morbidly excited. Because four scarves were not enough to motivate me to get moving, neither was four scarves and a midterm. The huge paper spiced it up, but not until there is no feasible way for me to accomplish everything am I actually ready to do anything.

Mind you, this does not mean that on any given day I don't do what i am supposed to, because I am generally good. But this weekend is stacked to the nines. I need literally 72 hours to get everything for Saturday accomplished. I am stressed to the point that I have given myself a fever, (no blemishes yet, thank you man upstairs!), and I really kind of love it...