I didn’t want to write a blog post yesterday, because ever since Sunday, I have felt burnt out. Reading about a burnt out doctoral student is hardly the inspiration you’ve come to find, but I like to think that people also use the internet to find someone they can relate to.
I went to my grandparents’ house yesterday after 6 hours of class. I did exactly no homework or work. I feel like I don’t have the right to be burnt out, though; I haven’t done nearly enough work to merit these days of un-productivity. My sister had no such qualms about her work ethic. She ran this morning before breakfast, and by the time I got up, she already exercised and showered. “No run this morning?” she asked (I’m usually the morning runner of the family).
“I’ll go later today,” I said. It is now 10 am. We had breakfast. I am upstairs, ensconced in a bathrobe and several layers of blankets.
A few hours later, and I’m back to document the day! Maybe the exclamation points give me away, but my day turned around. For starters, I ran! While en route to the park, I realized that I forgot my hat, and what followed was a fashion show of my grandpa’s finest caps. He suggested this one, which I almost picked, if not for the rainbow:
My grandpa has resolutely refused to wear it for the same reason (“I have been married to your grandma for 5 decades, and that is not changing anytime soon.”). After the run, push-ups and sit-ups on a bench were the next part of my workout. A toddler walking past me did a 360 degree turn and plunked himself down on the sidewalk to watch. I felt like a celebrity.
I also did 4 reports today, as well as some homework and a session for Continuity Care. In the evening, I made a colorful stir fry large enough to last several days (or so I believed). Vegetables shrink when fried. I incorporated leeks because I have been craving them for weeks now. Imagine: a craving for leeks!
Lastly, I went with my grandma to a local tailor, who promised to alter a vintage skirt that I bought myself weeks ago. The problem with it is that while the waist fits perfectly, the hips protrude outward, so that the effect is Kim Kardashian-esque without the proportions to match. That concludes my day. It turned to be a good one, and dare I say, I am getting over my burnout.