Today marks the beginning of my spring semester of college. After continuing my evening reading of "Pour Your Heart Into It" by Howard Schultz, I began to question my entire college career path. Such anxiety caused me to lay awake in bed, contemplating the meaning of my existence. Add this to the fact that I had a sore throat and was woe-some about having caught a cold. As a result of these thoughts and circumstances, I only got about 2 hours of sleep last night. So this morning, when my alarm inevitably went off, I strongly considered sleeping in and not going to class.
What if I am unable to stay awake?
What if I feel like crap all day as a result of not getting enough sleep?
What if my cold gets worse, and I realize that I should have skipped class?
Despite much resistance and fear, I pushed these thoughts aside and got out of bed. I proceeded to school, fully knowing that the day that lies ahead of me may, in fact, suck ass.
Result: I attended my first class. It is currently 11:45am, and despite my many fears and worries, I feel relatively okay. I could feel better. I could feel worse. But all in all, I am okay, and I am glad that I went to class.
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