I was never one to mark my calendar. Now, every day, I spend time scheduling, noting, plotting, and to-do listing on little scraps of paper, planners, templates, and calendars of the electronic and dry-erase kind. At first, I thought these calculations were making me happier because being productive can be so fulfilling, but when you get to a point when you’re spending so much time keeping track of the things you need to do that it cuts into the time you need to do them, not to mention the time you need to spend being unproductive in order to maintain your sanity, all you can do is schedule a vacation from scheduling and hope your life can organize itself for a little while. I’d never liked the idea of sacrificing happiness now to ensure happiness later, a feeling that has directly affected my attitude towards school, work, and structure of any kind. So, what happens when a girl who hates concrete tries to cement her life?
She cracks.
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