Good Morning.

Time to wake up and get busy.

Wishing things were like they were when I was young.

Those days when I had not a single worry.

Ten minutes into the day and already,

 

 I am stressed.

 

I quickly brush it off as I open the blinds

And view the  beautiful Texas sunrise.

My eyes get adjusted to the light, I smile at the beauty of nature

And I think,

“wish I had enough time to sit and watch nature.”

 

But no.

 

Assignments are due.

Essays are half done.

Piano has not been touched.

And a thousand other things to complete by the end of the day.

And I think to myself,

 

“Am I really doing enough?”

 

Breakfast is rushed.

I settle at my desk.

My mind wanders off...

Motivation is out the door.

Frantically I attempt to finish the tasks.

 

It’s noon.

Not one assignment has been completed

And I think to myself,

 

“Am I really doing enough?”

 

A satisfying lunch and  a relaxing afternoon nap.

Evening approaches.

I’ve barely touched my work.

The sun begins to set.

Panic starts to hit.

 

Three hours later…

Everything is done.

Why couldn’t I have finished earlier?

To enjoy the beautiful day and relax?

 

How irresponsible of me!

 

Is this what it means to mature?

Procrastination and stress a part of daily life?

Yet again,

I think to myself, 

 

“Am I really doing enough?”