Staying Sane This Semester

With 16 credit hours, two honors courses, a job, and some semblance of a social life and/or this blog, stress becomes an understatement for what I feel about 90% of the time. I used to let it kill me… literally, I would wake up with headaches and chest palpitations just thinking about the next assignment due.

However, a few months into my second year of college, I have finally found ways to prevent and manage the stress, and I thought I would share them with you all, seeing as I am using every one of these methods this week (yikes).

1. Keep organized and set personal limits

This isn’t a way to manage stress, as much as it is a way to prevent yourself from getting to the point of tears and throwing things. Keep yourself organized. Keep a schedule, make a prioritized to-do list, keep your work/school papers and supplies organized, and go ahead and add anything else to that list that will keep lost papers, or a lack of time management from being your main stress.

While you organize your life and establish how you will spend your time, remember to keep your limits realistic. I learned this the hard way as the girl who wants to be apart of every honors program there is. I liked the titles so I agreed to be a part of all of these programs without thinking about the research projects, volunteer hours, and events I was going to have to do in order to keep those titles. As these activities and projects combined with being a full time student began to pile up, and I started becoming a ball of tears at the idea of waking up at 4AM to get everything done, I realized it was time to reevaluate and prioritize.  No time management in the world can solve the problem of taking on waaay more than you can chew.

2. Find time to rest

If you don’t have it, make it…seriously. If you’re super A-Type like I am, it is very difficult to detach from the idea that there is loads of work to be done, to just unplug and take a deep breath. However difficult it is, after about a month or two of banning all semblance of school work from my mind for a full 12 or more hours, I noticed a more level headed, efficient, and productive version of myself during the rest of the week.

Now, I do have to take extra measures throughout the week to make sure I am at a good stopping place by the time Friday night roles around, but it is doable, and so very worth it. So plan accordingly, and then chillll dude. Take a hot bath, take a nap in the middle of the day, do something that allows you to just decompress and leave your worries behind for at least a few hours.

3. Exercise/ Yoga

Just last night, I found myself knee deep in papers for a research project, with a few tears in my eyes, and a feeling of frustration that was rapidly kicking sane Lucy right out of the window, and replacing her with a teary, angry, mess, that had to restrain myself from kicking my sister in the face just for breathing too close to me (I told you it gets tense, y’all).

Before all hope was lost, I laced up my sneakers, grabbed my headphones, and went for a run. Immediately following that, I headed over to my favorite yoga lady’s website, and spent a good half an hour stretching and breathing my way to sanity. I am no yogi, as a matter of fact, it used to bore me to tears, but there is seriously no better way to get rid of stress than a good yoga session after an intense sweat fest.

I am currently running with the C25K app (awesome app for those of us that have never been major runners) and my all time favorite yoga routine for those crazy days is posted below:

 

I hope this helps you at least a little bit…. What do you do to manage stress? How did you bounce back from a freak out?

Let me know!

Much love,

Lucy Loves Life…and long, hot baths on my chill day xx

 

 

 

 

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Getting over Shlomo (I’m baaccckkk)

Hey guys, I know it has been a while, and trust me, it wasn’t without reason. I’ve been through quite a bit in the last month, if you hadn’t guessed from my last two posts. I went through something that shattered the hopes and dreams I had for this blog.

I started this blog to chronicle the life of a girl that was getting over a break up like a strong, independent woman, that didn’t need that man. However, deep down, I had kind of hoped it would chronicle a strong, independent woman, that was going to follow all of her epiphanies and adventures until they eventually lead me back to my happily ever after, in London, with my boy (we will call him Shlomo).

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The day of my last blog post, that underlying dream was stomped into the ground, once and for all. Not because I am not going to London, not because I failed in what I set out to do (because I am still doing both), but because my knight in shining armor, was just another douche bag wrapped in aluminum foil.

The day before my last post, I went to bed with tears in my eyes because I missed Shlomo so much it hurt. I thought about how special he was to me, and how love like ours didn’t happen every day.

Well, that all came to a screeching halt the following day and I think it is fair to say that heartbroken was an understatement.

I talked to Shlomo after he had given me the “I’m super busy, I can’t even send you a text” speech for a month… and till this day, I wish I would’ve just declined his call. Why? Because it was in this conversation that he told me he could see his life without me in it (after I spent the night crying, because I couldn’t), he said that what we had wasn’t all that rare, and that he doesn’t really miss me all that much. I felt as if someone had punched me in the chest, I spent the night crying over a boy that I was just a cool side activity for.

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I will admit, I texted him after we hung up with the slightly dramatic words of a woman in desperate need of attention and affection. How did he reply? A verbal lashing with no semblance of an apology. He made the hurt I felt at his crass words, my fault…again. At first I was angry and hurt, but then I realized something… I am young, intelligent, ambitious, mildly attractive, and I deserve a lot more than that. And I don’t mean a better guy, I mean a better quality of life than the one I had chasing after someone who would never really love me.

I would’ve cut off my right arm just to see him smile, and after that little incident, I realized that I deserve more than a life filled with worry, anxiety, and the inability to share it with him because I knew he would punish me for it. I am difficult to love, I get it. I can be insecure, moody, irrational, clingy yet cold, and sometimes I am completely unable to say what I mean…but it’s who I am, and even though I strive to make myself better everyday, I am still human, and I refuse to be berated for it.

I have come to realize that the world is my oyster, and I don’t need someone that makes me feel like a worthless, pathetic woman, anywhere near my world.

 

So you see, I didn’t blog for a while, because a month ago, this blog post would’ve been about a girl who was heartbroken, yet again. But after a month to sort it all out…it’s about a girl who realized her worth and potential for a happiness.

Shlomo will always be special to me. He was my first in so many respects, and at the end of the day, he taught me just how capable of loving someone I really am.  I will never forget the happiness we shared together, and even though it wasn’t special or rare to him, I will always hold the (false) sense of unconditional love and security we shared near and dear to me, because at the time, it was magical.

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At the moment, I am a tad resentful, but maybe in another month’s time, I will think of the crazy in love, once in a lifetime, passion we shared with great fondness, instead of being unable to move past the fact that it wasn’t that way for him. He has moved on, he has found a girl that gives him everything I did, and it’s time for me to do the same thing.

I have a million different emotions towards this whole situation, some of resentment, some of regret, a lot of happiness, and even more bittersweet feelings…I will eventually get around to sharing them all, but I hope you guys understand why I needed to take a step back and catch my breath. I so appreciate your continued support and occasional kind words.

Much love,

Lucy Loves Life, with or without Shlomo xx