Lately, I've been terrible about "balancing it all." I think I've realized that to an extent, everyone's tired. Or at least, everyone's behind on something.
The past couple weeks have been saturated with exams and 18 hour days. My scrubs always smelled like rotting intestines and at separate times, I found myself scarfing down hummus and pita chips at the kitchen counter just so I wouldn't faint from not eating for 10 hours. There wasn't anything pleasant or glamorous or fulfilling about it.
I fell behind on my writing (and everything else). Sometimes, I noted things down on my handy dandy Word document but other times, I never pushed pen to paper.
It's strange to say this but not writing because I absolutely couldn't helped me be more productive when I could. When I'm away from it, I don't take it for granted as much. I know that each moment is valuable and finite, so I have to use it.
So many times, I wonder about who I'd be if I had the time...all the while forgetting that not having time is already shaping me in the right direction.