That's not the kind of life I'm trying to build. All this complaining has been about a choice I made before the semester(s) started with me at BYU: I wanted to catch up, get ahead, be on par with where I thought I should be in my academic progress.
Toad, my first friend in Provo, told me the other week, after not seeing or talking to him for months, that I need to change my priorities, and focus on making worthwhile relationships.
He's right; What will I have when it's all done and finished? A piece of paper and a pat on the back, along with "Good job."
So I think I ought to slow down and leave the rat race. Let the rats run it (No offense to the rats. My sister had a very well-behaved, clean, congenial pet rat). I want my life to mean something, but if nobody's in it, it's only going to mean something to me, and somehow that doesn't seem to mean a whole lot by itself.
I guess I've just been scared that the world won't give me the breaks I need if I don't bust my back early on.