Today Samara Learned... [Day 7]

that her couch has bewitching properties.  If she attempts homework on it, at some point she *will* be taking a nap on there - intended or otherwise.  Reading theory is especially conducive to zzzzz...

Goal for the day: compose a draft of my statement of purpose.


[why is this so hard??]

Tonight I'm going to...

...make myself a cup of London Fog
...put on comfy sweats
...plug in with my headphones
...and write like a fiend.

Pray for me. I'm really hitting a wall.

I have 1 week till I'm done with my sophomore year...

but I just don't want to do my homework anymore.

I need passion. I need fire. His fire.

I need the inspiration to create.

I think it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't working so much.

Between now and my last final, I am slated to work 30 hours.

That is a lot! Plus all my homework.

Ah! I need inspiration. I need him!

But every time I go to work and I'd rather not be there,

I just whisper to myself, "Oxford, Oxford, Oxford."

Then it would be worth it...

Jesus, help me, help me not to burn out!

I don't ever want to grow weary of what you're calling me to.

I know your grace is sufficient...