I work hard Occasionally.

I'm starting to feel the pressure.

The pressure of homework.

The pressure of all the work that the end of the semester brings.

The pressure of figuring out what I'm going to be doing this summer.

I feel the hard work that makes me buckle crawl up.

I feel that urge to give up.

I feel that urge to take a break.

I feel that urge to procrastinate.

I feel that urge to be perfect.

I feel the urge to beat myself for not being perfect.

I feel as if I am neglecting the relationships that I am invested in.

And to be honest, the only thing I want to do right now, is get lost in a Dave Powell worship Sesh.

But, (there is always a but) I have a job.

I have dreams.

And giving up, right now, instead of busting down these obstacles...well...I really don't know what kind of mess it will bring, but it will be huge and probably like the mess of food on "Cloudy with a chance of meatballs."

I need that burst of energy that you get right at the end of a race, when you know you are SO FRIGGIN close!

So bring on the espresso.

Bring on the late nights.

The last minute papers.

The mid-night melt downs.

And the hair loss.

Cause this month is about to get real.