Facebook memories have been hitting me hard recently. With less than nine months left at Mississippi College, I am constantly being reminded of the best memories from the past three years, and I would be lying if I said that part of me wasn't wishing that I could go back to being a freshman. I would also be lying if I told you that these memories from my time at MC don't make me tear up a little.
However, whether I like it or not, May is going to come, and I'm going to be thrust out of my comfort zone into the real world, which fills my heart with hesitance. I have no clue what my future is going to look like. While I'm excited for the what the future holds, I spend a lot of time worrying, but also a lot of time reflecting on what I could have done differently these past three years.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I would, but I might not do everything the same. You see, I'm a bit of a workaholic... It's a bit ridiculous. To prove my point, it's almost 1 AM right now; I've already worked three different jobs for over 8 hours today. This doesn't include time that I spent in class and doing homework. This semester includes four jobs and eighteen hours of class and graduate school applications. Why do I do this to myself? Because I know that it's worth it.
However, I am so looking forward to the day where I can go to work, leave at the end of the day, and come home to nothing except dinner, a good book, hobbies, and maybe (definitely) Chopped Junior.
But why isn't that day today? Why hasn't it been like that the past three years?
Now, there is nothing wrong with working hard. There is nothing wrong with working four jobs, taking eighteen hours, and participating in other activities at all the same time. But if I had to change one thing over the course of these three years, I wouldn't pick up every extra shift instead of going to an event, spending time with my friends, or even investing in my school work.
We're fed the lie that busyness is necessary, that we each need to be a part of several different clubs, honor societies, small groups, and traditions. While these things aren't inherently bad, they can take over your life, and over the past three years, I've learned to love rest. We all need a day of recovery from classes, work, and life's stress. Even Christ compels us to rest.
Don't get me wrong, I love what I do. I love each position I hold, every class I take, and the memories I've made. But gosh, what Junior Year Mary wouldn't have done for a day without work and Chopped Junior on the TV.
If you feel yourself being run into the ground, take a break, take a day off, take some time for yourself. Hard work is worth it, but so is taking care of yourself.