Work in progress. What started off as a 10 min practise piece has turned into a 2 day marathon of 25 drafts and 5 aborted digitalisation attempts :/
Perfectionism is a curse sometimes.
It reads ‘I am not mine’
أنا لست لي
This is after I found out I don’t have one lecture on this week and I dropped two 3 hour meetings/social engagements to help out my best friend who needs help getting to uni because of an operation.
I’m slightly worried about falling back into my old habits of overloading myself -I’ve always done it. To overcome my inadequacies and to feel like I am doing something with my life. But I look at this timetable and all I can think is, where are my friends? Where is my boyfriend time? Where is my me time?
Is this what the rest of my semester is going to look like - albeit getting somehow even more busy as time goes past?