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Day Two Hundred and Seventy-Nine:  Decisions are hard. 

In the midst of figuring out online graduate school applications, one of the heaviest course-terms I’ve ever experienced, a head cold and memorising a script I have found myself turning to complex sci-fi television to get me through.  At this moment I am perched on the precarious edge of the third season of Dr. Who (post-reboot) after seven episodes flew by me this week alone.  I wouldn’t say I am using Dr. Who to avoid things, but in my eyes it’s a little more productive than reblogging nonsense on tumblr.

But what I should be doing is focusing on these decisions.  Focusing on the problem at hand, and the problem remains until decisions are made, and so the stress continues.  At least my applications are due after Christmas so I can prepare them a little further on, but I suppose I am going to need to contact my references soon, and this poses more decisions to be made.  This whole thing just worries me, is all.

It’s a new challenge for sure, but just the application process is turning out to be a full on challenge.  Trying to find the places where it lists the requirements for the APPLICATION alone is so frustrating, let alone into the course.  I think my course selection for winter term opens tomorrow too, so I guess I’ll be making more decisions this evening.  Do these decisions ever end?

I suppose since the moment your mother allows you to independently dress yourself those skorts, striped tights and bowed shoes define you as a decision-making individual, and yet I sometimes miss the days where my outfits were laid out for me, on the edge of my bed, and I could watch Sailor Moon and eat my shreddies quicker.  Morning, afternoons, evenings, sleep-times, class times, and everything inbetween have become  infinitely more complicated.  And so I turn to the Doctor.

Although these decisions are inevitable I wish life were as easy as joining David Tennant in the Tardis and thrusting off (because what else is it, really?) into the universe to get into more difficult trouble to distract me, but for now I guess I’ll have to thrust on in my own life.

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