I spend a large part of my time in grad school working on group projects. It’s the nature of the program and I’ve had relatively fantastic partners. Most grad school students are pretty motivated and when the classes are taught online or in a blended (online + classroom), the learners are usually super motivated.
Usually in the lead up to a group presentation being due, I stress out. Stay up late for nights on end prior to the due date. Eat poorly. Shun the gym. Basically, I become a hermit whose sole focus is on knocking the project out of the park.
Not this time.
I’m still stressing out, but I refuse to do the other things I usually do. I think the difference is that I believe my partner is just as stressed out (if not more so) as I am. She’s also super-motivated and works full-time with two young children. I’ve taken the role of calm, zen worker bee this time. I like it. We’ll see how the presentation goes tomorrow, though.
I may regret this come grade time. (ETA on 11/11/2010) We go an “A” on the assignment. I was very pleased.
As part of our quest to make our one-bedroom condo livable for a bit longer, we decided to have our bathroom partially renovated. On Columbus Day, the work was done. Our old fiberglass tub was ripped out and a new acrylic one (with walls) was put in. Our old, mildewed, and stained vanity was removed and a new one with a white marble top was installed. It is quite pretty and today we went to a big box, Swedish furniture store to pick up a few things for the “new” room – namely a new towel bar, wall hooks, and a toilet paper holder.
While there, we impulse purchased a chair in addition to our planned purchases. I know. A chair. Who does that?
Our current living room chair was old when we inherited it in 2002. Since then, husband (and the dog) have spent countless hours wallowing in it. When my mom visited a few weeks ago, she was horrified that we still owned it.
The point of all of this is that sometimes what you set out to get doesn’t match what comes home with you. Creating a calming, healthy home sometimes means that you have to be flexible and open to changes.
How much stuff does one really need?
It’s a question I regularly ask myself.
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