Every week, the one thing I am guaranteed to say is “I just need to get through this week.” I wonder when this constant fear of moving past the present will be alleviated. Everyone says that it’s important to live in the present, but it’s much easier said than done.
What does it even mean to live in the present? If I fully committed myself to only thinking about the 24 hours ahead of me, how would I create a future to look forward too or a goal to reach for? It’s difficult to say. All that I know is I do my best every day to not worry about tomorrow and focus on how I can make the day ahead of me productive.
My long days are just beginning. Now that this illness is behind me, I’ll have no excuse but to buckle down at McGill. A students work for C students, maybe I won’t buckle down that much.