Or: How to drive yourself crazy and question every decision you’ve ever made.
(Author’s Note: In my exhausted haze, I apparently forgot to post this at the beginning of this week. So…whatever.)
Classes at Oklahoma State start ridiculously early. Like, not even high schools start this early. Which means this was really my first week of work.
Yeah, I’ve actually been at Oklahoma State for three months (almost exactly…terrifying), but this is the first week that I’ve (steadily) had students and had major events going on. I have never been so tired in my whole life.
Nothing can prepare you for the first week of events when you’re in campus programming. Not thesis writing, massive projects, nor the horrifying prospect of job searching requires this much energy with this little amount of sleep.
If I were honestly tracking my hours, I would already have about a week’s worth of vacation saved up. A whole week.
(HashtagSAPro Rule #1: NEVER, under any circumstances, count your hours. If you’re working overtime, estimate, take your flex hours, and move on)
Unfortunately, I didn’t follow my own advice. Between August 8th and the night of 23rd, in which I would have normally worked 80 hours, I worked more than double.
It was at that moment I realized the importance of self-care. I also realized just how difficult it is to practice.
I am not one to just leave early because I can, but I’ve realized I should leave early because I can and because I need to.
I have never been this tired outside of actually being a college student, so I really need to make sure I’m taking plenty of time for myself.
I also have realized just how badly I need a hobby. Thankfully, I’ve got this blog. I’m also hoping to get a full-size keyboard soon so I can once again release some stress on the keys. But I want something more. I’m not a good actor and definitely not a good singer, so theater is out of the question.
I’m considering finding a couple local non-profits like a PFLAG group or AIDS awareness and prevention center.
My goal for next week’s post is to have explored at least three different options for some outside-of-work-yet-still-with-people hobbies.
P.S. I know there’s not some big important lesson here, but that’s not really the point. I’m more concerned with chronicling my first year as a student affairs professional. But if I had to find a lesson, I guess it’d be that taking care of yourself is just as important as working for and taking care of others. And forsaking yourself is never going to be as helpful as you think. Maybe? I don’t know.