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"Spring Break" and Facing Fears

Hey everyone! So, I'm on "spring break" this week... which is part of why the blog has a new design. No, not because I have more time, but because it's spring. Or it should be. It actually snowed the other day.

So, why is it "spring break" rather than spring break? 

1. It's not spring, like I already said. It's still cold here. Normally, I don't have a problem with that, but I'm getting a little bored of it. I'm ready for it to be balmy and warm, and I'm ready for things to start growing again. I'm ready for the mud to squish between my toes again. I'm even ready to paint my toenails (shocker) and start looking at spring clothing. Winter is getting old. 

2. It's not break! I'm actually busting my tail at science and other school this week, in an effort to get caught up, or mostly so. While on this topic, I would just like to mention that I have some pretty dang wonderful people in my life, including my very own dad, who is ready and willing to help me with science whenever I need it, even if it's late and there are other things he'd undoubtedly rather be doing (sleeping, anyone?). I also have a fantastic friend who volunteered his services with science this week, too. Both of you, thanks tons. I totally appreciate it. (:

Anyways, the real reason I'm writing this post.
This is spring break. And I'm not on break. Why? 
I have too much to do.
I actually had the option to relax this week, and do all the work in the coming weeks. That would have been easier in the short term... right about now, it's sounding pretty appealing. I had all these plans for spring break... like, maybe I could read Les Mis in a week, or Lord of the Rings. Maybe I'd finally have time for all these things I keep telling myself I'll do when I have time, or all the things of which I keep thinking, "if I only had a free week, I'd totally...." 
So why am I giving all this stuff up and putting myself through a kind of self-imposed torture?
Because I'm done running away. Yeah, getting caught up, especially in science, is hard. And painful. And I've been running away from it--that's why I got behind in the first place. But I'm sick of running away. I'm tired of having a pile of work lurking in the back of my mind. So this time, I'm not running away. This week, I'm facing it. Hopefully this means more time for fun in the future, right?
Anyways, it just occurred to me how important it is to face things that scare you--even silly things like science homework. Because if you can't face the "silly" things, how are you ever going to face the big, important things? You won't be ready. 
So I'm facing my science homework. What are you facing? 
(Random picture of buds in the spring from a year or two ago)

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  1. UnknownMarch 21, 2013 at 1:31 AM

    Wow. That last bit was powerful!
    And... I think I'm inspired t go do the same, if I think about it, I've been doing just that, running away from the work, thinking that maybe if I ignore it long enough then it'll disappear. And I realize, I've just been running from it, cowering, doing work here and there but easily distracted because I don't want to fight it. Thanks! This is exactly what I needed!

    Now, if you'll pardon me, I have a day to seize!

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    1. CatherineMarch 21, 2013 at 8:32 AM

      Thanks, Nate! It makes me happy when my posts inspire people. :D And I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who has been doing that... -.-
      Good luck! *Salutes* :)

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