When I first started learning possessory estates, my property professor said that every single estate has to be crammed into one of seven? (maybe not, it’s late and I don’t feel like counting) boxes. I never thought about how much in my life I try to neatly cram into a box just to make sense of life. I like things to be categorized, color coated, and organized so putting things into “boxes” seems like a natural process.
Lately, my life has been more difficult to put into perfect little boxes. School has consumed my life and it’s not as easy to separate school, Patrick, and doing the most basic things to keep my life going. I’ve never had so many things going on at once that needed my attention at the same time. In a few weeks, the semester starts to wrap up and I have finals, a paper on a topic I’ve never heard of, moving home, etc. It’s crazy to think time has gone by this fast.
I’m used to being stressed out; it’s just my personality. I didn’t expect for so many things in my life to be stressful all at once. I almost want to get things out of the way just to be done with them regardless of if it is the right decision or not. I guess I figure if I narrow down my to do list, things will go back to being in neat little boxes. I have a hard time accepting that life isn’t a series of boxes you can shove every aspect of your life into. It’s scary and overwhelming. I know at some point I’ll have to grow up and face the real world where things never go how you want them to, but for now I just want to be able to act my own age.