A tiring weekend before another long week.
I tried to maximize and focus on the 20% that gets 80% of the results, and it works for the easy stuff like cooking and cleaning, but with my homework, I get pulled in and I waste valuable time on details. I really don’t know when I’ll catch up with the pace, if ever, but at least an important task got done, the lab report from Friday.
My lab partner is a huge motivation to give my all to my chemistry class; I don’t want to let her down. I also need this knowledge the most for my future goal, so I just keep going even when tired and saturated. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished though, the report I typed in the past two days is pretty nice.
Anyway, I have no clue if I’ve done it well and I’m sure it will get it’s share of criticism, but a little part of me is giving me an inner high five. But now, I’m dreading this feeling because everytime since the beginning of the semester I think I did well, I fall flat on my face as an other massive challenge gets in my way.
There’s no running to the finish line here, just tiny little steps that get me somewhere I’m not sure yet.
