I probably have at least one other post with this title because I know in the past, I’ve often gone into panic mode when things get busy. For some reason this year, I started out that way, but now I’m all zen about it. I think I’m busier than I’ve ever been. There’s no way to get everything I need, much less want, to get done in a day that I just do what I can and leave it at that. I don’t work late into the night, though I do usually do a couple of work-related things at some point between when I get home and when I go to bed. And for a deadline, like grades, I work until I’m done, which does sometimes mean a late night or two.
And while I wish I were plowing through my to-do list sometimes, I also don’t feel ridiculously behind, and I don’t feel that stressed. I’m starting to really feel what I’ve understood intellectually for years, that stressing over how much work you have is counterproductive. Go figure. I will say that it’s kind of a weird feeling. I’m not sure how to explain it really, except to say that I feel like I’m taking it one day at a time.