There’s a theory the human race invented called time, and it’s safe to say I don’t have enough of it. I feel like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, always fretting about being late and never doing what I need to on time. I’m always racing the clock trying to scramble things together. The simple answer is to organize and schedule, but my brain is far too chaotic for that to be made a reality.
Take my current situation, for example. Every college student’s greatest enemy sits at my doorstep: finals. I just finished my first one (Cost Accounting… ew) and have one more on Thursday. Luckily, I’m finishing out my minor in Education this semester, so my remaining classes only have projects/papers instead of exams.
So, what should a good student be doing at this time? Studying. What am I doing? Writing this blog.
I imagine, even after college, part-time authors generally have a non-related full- time job. For me, it’ll be financial consulting with an amazing company. That’s not bad in itself, but it dictates the job that pays the bills to keep a roof over my head as more important than my literary passion. And, there’s the little bump in the road that no one tells you: life gets in the way.
Whether it be family problems, finals week, an upcoming deadline, busy season, or anything really – those things don’t halt just because you have a sudden burst of inspiration. Reality bites with no guilt, and works on its own time. Perhaps that’s why we like to write; we can escape its cruel ways, if even for a little while.
I was a freshman in college when I first learned the beauty of a daily planner. They even had one for students specifically designed to start in August. At the beginning of every semester, I sit down and write in my planner all of the homework assignments and tests that I have to get done by when. For the first few weeks, I always put notes on each day reminding myself to get ahead on some big paper or whatnot. It never lasts.
Instead I find myself in a position like the one I’m currently in. I’m now up to my nose in responsibilities, and haven’t the slightest of clue when they even reached my ankles. It seems like they just all flew at me out of nowhere – a surprise attack, if you will.
My parents raised me so that it’s ingrained into who I am that my grades will reflect my best efforts. That’s never changed. So, I’ll be that student slaving away in the library until the last possible moment. For the most part, I’ve kept up very well in all my classes, and don’t have anything less than a B. The fact that I’ve only written 55,000 words for the novel I’m working on since January can attest to that.
School always takes priority, and when I have a full-time job, that’ll claim the spotlight. It’s the way life works for me, at the moment. And, I’m okay with that. I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to attend college, and was even luckier the moment my company extended the job offer (albeit it’s only an internship for now). That provides me with a financially stable life, where I can still afford to take time out of my day to do what I love. (Have I mentioned the people I’m going to work with are amazing? The head of my office is an alum from my school, and is the most down-to-earth man I’ve met who’s been in such a high position.)
So, my lovely readers, don’t let life discourage you. It’s okay if it slows you down – unavoidable even – but don’t let it be what stops you. The cure might be as simple as setting a reminder on your phone for a Saturday afternoon reminding you to take time to write, or maybe you can wake up 30 minutes early dedicated solely to the art. Do whatever you have to. The world deserves to hear your story.