Busy busy busy is the life of a music major. Rehearsal, homework, practice, eat, practice some more, class, practice, sleep, and then repeat! Some days I feel like I'm the White Rabbit from Lewis Carroll's book Alice's Adventures in Wonderland who is constantly saying, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"
Take for instance my interesting schedule yesterday. It consisted of two hours of class, an hour of studying, FIVE STRAIGHT HOURS WORKING ON SPANISH HOMEWORK, and three hours of practicing. One thing I might add is that I decided to do my practicing at 9 at night and I kept going until midnight. Maybe I did that because I like how the practice rooms are less crowded at night. Maybe I did that because I felt like being a responsible music major and practice a decent amount for the day. Maybe I did that because I had a wild burst of energy last night and decided "Who should want to sleep when you can be on a practicing binge??" Perhaps, I was unaware of the "I feel like I've been hit by a truck and I just want to crawl back into bed" feeling that I would be struck with this morning when my watch alarm went off.
Some days, you just have that overwhelming feeling of nfeioioiouugjnfjdklurijbhbf. You know? You're tired because you got maybe five hours of sleep last night...and that's the third time you've done that this week. Laundry needs to be done--IMMEDIATELY. You're lacking an acceptable social life because you're either A) in the practice room B) in your dorm room doing homework or C) in the Dining Hall eating with a book in your lap. You're stressed out because you don't know how you're going to manage your workload and you've got to read a Spanish novel and there's that project in aural that you've put off for so long and how about those 150 page readings you have to do for your First Year Seminar Class and you know you really really really need to practice because duh--you're a music major! Some days you feel like you're going to spontaneously combust and splatter brain goo from one end of the room to the other.
Some days, life seems tricky and complicated. Things don't line up and work out as planned and you're frustrated with how things are playing out. At times, it's miserably hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel and see how you're going to make it through this crazy mess called "life." There are days that you don't feel like much of anything at all and you just want to give up on everything and have a massive pity party for yourself.
It isn't easy, but we can work through it if we try hard enough.
When I first came to Furman, I brought a medium sized bulletin board to decorate with anything I so pleased. After much thought, I titled my board "Smultronställe." Smultronställe is a Swedish word that translates to "wild strawberry place," but really, it means so much more than its literal definition. A wild strawberry place is an idyllic place in the world--it's the most special place there is. A smultronställe is any place that's absolutely private and special and your own. It's a place where life is an epiphany to you.
I'll leave you, reader, in wonder as to what my smultronställes are, but I can tell you that my board is filled with pictures of my wild strawberry places and whenever I feel down, I can simply return to them in spirit. I encourage for everyone to find their wild strawberry places in the world and hold them dear to their hearts. What place in the world is better than your smultronställe?