Time management

There comes a moment in life where when your back is pushed up against the wall you either shirk in terror, or you face that enemy or entity head on. Yeah...I'll admit I'm an overachiever sometimes. It's in my nature. I make plans on top of plans. Meet tons of people, help them, and still want to go home and ride my bike, make an amazing dinner, talk on the phone, and do homework chaque jour. What the eff? Is that even realistic? This morning I was tete a tete, mano e mano, with myself. You never want to go to war with yourself. You'll always lose. I wake up automatically at 5:30 AM. My friend invited me to jog. My body must be so excited to do something I actually like that it wakes me up earlier than I would even move. 5 stinkin' 30. Roll around. My bedroom is in a state of disarray. Level 4 on the Hurricane Wind scale. My body and mind are bot telling me that this time I have truly outdone myself. Good. Guess this means I'm forced to fall off that metaphorical high horse. We think we can take on the world, but really we can't. We can only do what we can do. This morning when I got up to go, each time I looked in the mirror at my reflection I convulsed somewhere inside knowing better than to keep pushing like this. It's bound to catch up with me. I have a 9 AM Environmental Management class. Sounds nice right? Except that by that time I'm burned out. The only environment I want to manage is my own. So I dropped his class. I did it. I had to. Absolutely bleeping positively had to. I don't like school enough to allow it to dominate me so much that I cannot find time for myself within its midst. The intoxicating stench of avarice rears its hideous head in between my nostrils. I gag with disgust. The best thing to do at this point is to rebalance and orient myself. As that happens, I can finally cope and attain real goals. Ambition was not meant for the weak.