Thanksgiving Break

Day Three of TGB: Three whole days, not much productivity going on. All the roommates and most friends are gone, and I am here on campus. Scheduled to work a around 20 hours this week. The rest of the hours will easily slip by without getting anything done if I don't watch myself. I wonder why I have such high standards for myself if in all reality I'm not disciplined enough to get anywhere close to them. I know that my faith doesn't hang on how physically/time-wise disciplined I am, but it sure affects how the rest of my life rolls. Right now, I'm not getting enough done because I am so very skilled at procrastinating. Right now, I should be finishing the book that was supposed to be read last week for class. Too late for that one, right? Might as well not read it now, right? No, because I want to say that I DID in fact read it, just not quite in the correct time frame..

And it sure doesn't help that I'll be home in 25 days. I told myself I wouldn't count down because it would make those 25 days worse and make me a worse person to be around. When you have 4 1/4 hours standing in a dressing room, there's not much else to do but count things. And I realized it doesn't matter how much I count or don't, I become a horrible person to be around when I'm just waiting to escape this place for 6 weeks. Those days I wait make Jackson and Union and the people I'm around seem so much less appealing because everything's being compared to Colombia. I am so blessed to be here surrounded by the people that I am surrounded by, but I get so antsy being "stuck." As soon as change is in sight, I always feel stuck till it comes. I need someone to smack me straight in the face and tell me to be here, because having my head in the Colombian clouds is not going to make the time pass any faster.