It's rare to find one of these amid the final year sea of students. The sea is threatening and unpredictable. Waves of work engulf us and we struggle for breath, choking and spluttering as we drift with the relentless tide. Occasionally, the sea takes a turn for the menacing and a giant wave consumes us in the form of a deadline, perhaps an assessed essay. Other times are misleadingly calm, but the threat of a storm is forever on the horizon.
I'm lacking energy and losing motivation. I haven't got my act together.
This year has sucked any spontaneity and fun from my life. It pales into the shadow of my adventurous year abroad. I feel washed-out. In an attempt to maintain a balance I enjoy copious amounts of caffeine, indulge in retail therapy or shimmy out the stress but the drained feeling is omnipresent, flirting with me like a persistent old man in a dodgy pub.
I'm in need of a glitter shower.
