Biter

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

Right. Gotcha. Let’s see, when’s the last time I bit off more than I could chew? Spread myself too thin? Taken on more than I could handle? Oh, I don’t know… always?

I always seem to bite off more than I can chew and the only time it hasn’t come back to hurt me is when I’m eating actual food. Okay, no more chewing and biting analogies.

The point is that I am very bad at knowing my own limits. It always gets me into trouble and yet I never seem to learn.

For example, last summer I signed up for four summer courses, a systematic theology course, an online course on spiritual formation, and both units of Hebrew. Guess how many I finished? One. I started and got through more than halfway of two but didn’t have the energy to finish it. The last one I didn’t even bother. W. W. (W stands for “withdrawn” on the transcript, not that I care, ha, sort of).

I was completely burned academically and I needed a break. And I don’t regret dropping those classes one bit.

But now I’m in the exact same situation and I am screwed. I am furiously trying to finish a research paper that is due on Monday. One might think I am exercising due diligence except one probably doesn’t know that I have another huge exegesis paper due at the same time that I haven’t even begun. So, one would assume that I am in trouble and one would be correct.

I am losing my mind and there is too much to do. I am going insane. Sometimes I wonder how I got into this mess.

The craziest part is that there is someone halfway across the world who would die to be in my shoes. Unbelievable.