Unless I really sit here and thinking about it, I could not tell you what today’s date is. Also, I really have to think about what day of the week it is. Okay, I know it’s not Monday nor Wednesday because I’m not just getting home from spinning class. You think I’m joking about this- I’m not. I woke up again this morning swearing that I just got back from work. I’ve had that feeling all week. Before I know it, my alarm clock is going off. It’s a never-ending cycle-
Wake Up. Commute to Work. (Starbucks.) Work. Commute to Gym. Workout. Walk Home. Shower/Dinner. Too Tired to Stay Up. Sleep.
Oh yeah. And at many points throughout my day I mix in my school work. I’ve lost all sense of time making me feel out of it, to say the least. Acknowledging that today is Thursday, I am grateful that tomorrow is Friday. At least I’ll have two days without the routine but of course tomorrow must be dealt with first. Yes, you don’t even have to ask…there will be Starbucks tomorrow.
Before I end this post, I want to share something that my professor posted today on our online Discussion Board:
In an earlier thread this term, I cited the story of the “trap” that was said to be set by natives in Southeast Asia to capture monkeys. They would take a coconut shell, and carve out just enough to allow the monkey’s hand to get inside. They would then put a piece of fruit into the shell and tie it to a tree. When the monkey came to put his hand in, and grabbed the fruit, it would have to make a fist, and the fist was too large to get out of the shell. The animal was trapped. However, all it had to do was let go of the fruit, so that it no longer made a fist, and the hand would slide out easily.
The afterthought: Sometimes, we need to let go of something in order to release ourselves from the traps we have gotten ourselves into.
I’m struggling to figure out how this pertains to my current situation. Obviously I’ve shared that I’m discontent/ frustrated with my current job, but have my eye on the goal of becoming a Child Life Specialist (hopefully within the next year.) Just sharing my daily routine with you it’s obvious that this is not the right lifestyle for me. I grin and bear it every day, but I’m not happy. I’m strong-willed enough to keep going through this, but I think there comes a point when you have to let go and release yourself from what’s holding you back. My job is holding me back from having the life I want to have here in Chicago and in general. But what do I do, knowing where I stand in the process of reaching my Child Life goal?