I’m currently sitting on the lofted bed in my dorm room, PJs on, hair all over the place, one eye basically still closed with sleep. Technically, this blog post was supposed to go live at 6 AM. And yet here I am at 7:50, having just woken up and not even started writing yet—that, my friends, is called procrastination. I’m sure you’ve all heard of it; maybe some of you are quite cozy with it. I think you can tell where I stand. In fact, my dad has started calling it pro-grace-tination when it refers to me. Fitting. Continue reading “It’s About Time to End Procrastination”
Usually by the end of the summer, I’m more than willing to go back to school. It’s not the long grueling math assignments or the shrill chirping of my alarm clock that I miss; rather, I long to see my friends, to have a real schedule (sitting on the couch all day binge-watching Netflix can get a bit exhausting, after all), and most importantly, to get dressed every day. I’m not ashamed to admit that I live in either athletic clothes or loungewear the entire summer, so the return of school grants me a real excuse to play dress-up again.
But with that return comes a series of stresses, especially the first day back. What will I wear? What if I can’t find a seat in the cafeteria? What if my armpits are noticeably really smelly? I can speak about that last scenario from experience, but thankfully I came to the first day of school prepared. And here are three ways you can be prepared too—time to rock that first day back! Continue reading “Everything You Need to Rock Your First Day Back at School”
Back when I played soccer, my dad–the soccer connoisseur of my family–always told me to visualize on game day. He’d joke and facetiously say, “Be the ball,” like you see in movies, but his words also held some sincerity. He told me that if I pictured myself running off the ball, having a great first touch, and kicking with firm precision, then I would better be able to actually accomplish those goals in the rush of a game. So on early Saturday mornings, with puffy eyes and fresh dew coating the landscape like a blanket, my parents drove me to my soccer games as I dreamt of little black and white balls in the back seat. And I felt ridiculous doing it. I can’t say for certain whether visualization ever improved my skill in a game, but I do know it has found an unexpected yet welcome home in other aspects of my life—and it should work its way into yours, too. Continue reading “Picture This: The Power of Visualization”