I’ve spent a lot of time over the last few weeks thinking about Mikester77’s comment that I might be too hard on myself. I am too hard on myself. I feel like I spend most of my time working on something, but I also feel like I’m getting nothing done. And in the end, I think I feel like this because I can’t accomplish everything it is I want or need to accomplish. It’s frustrating yes, but I’ve got to remind myself that I do get some stuff done, and I shouldn’t tear myself up because I’m unable to finish an impossible list of things.
I do still feel like I could be managing my time more wisely (because if I did, that big stack of grading I’ve been avoiding would be completed by now), but I have got to give myself credit for accomplishing some of the things I finish. So I’m going to start right now:
Yay me for reading Jane Eyre this week. That’s one more book I can check off the 19th century comps reading list. And I really got a lot out of this reading—I noticed loads of stuff that I had never really thought of in previous readings.