There are times during the semester when I feel so crappy. Not in a "I woke up and I'm sad" crappy, but I feel uninspired and unmotivated crappy.
Writing for the Odyssey is something I really enjoy, when my first article was published I was so excited to share my thoughts and my words, as an aspiring journalist those are two things that are very important to me. But this past week I couldn't help but feel I was stuck in some sort of funk, unable to think of witty article titles and unable to compress my thoughts into something cohesive.
I find difficulty keeping myself inspired and fulfilled in my creative soul. With the stress of course work, my job and the impending doom of the "real world" I feel extremely uninspired.
I know the world is not ending just because I can't bring myself to write for one week. And there has been a lot going on personally, but the worst feeling is not being able to do one of the things that brings yourself joy. In these times I wish I could quiet my brain enough so it could churn out something that could make me happy.
Instead, all I'm getting is study, work, go back home and study. A major blow to my creative outlet is the overloading of stress. I know I should be concerned about the coursework, but I cannot be fulfilled when I can't being myself to do what I love.

Perhaps all I need is to renew myself by watching some Netflix and maybe picking a book up over the weekend. But for now this funk I have been stuck in feels like the end of the world.
I just have to remind myself it is not the end of the world, next week will be better and I can sleep on it.