This year I am working at my college's Gender and Sexuality Center. I feel like I have been inundated with projects, like organizing funding for a group of students to go to the March on Washington, planning an Open Mic night in celebration of National Coming Out Week, working as a leader of the student org SaGA (Sexuality and Gender Activism), managing Queers and Allies House, and all while managing classes, tutoring at an elementary and a high school, being in a play, and working 16-20 hours a week at a restaurant in town.
And yes, I am complaining. Because here's the real point of my post: when I write it all down or say it out loud, it seems like a lot. I'm sure that it actually IS a lot. But something is me refuses to believe that it is a lot. I feel like I am under-achieving in my job, classes, work in-town, and basically everywhere else in my life. (I even feel like I'm letting my S.O. down by never being free, or always being tired when I am free.) What is it about so many people (I am projecting this onto others because I know I'm not alone in this) that we constantly feel like we are falling short in some way, or that we need to be doing more and doing it better?
I have no answer. But I have diagnosed in myself a tendency towards being a bit of a workaholic.






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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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I am a moody child who sees musical order and pairing rhymes.
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NYARK...NYARK...
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And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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