Do you remember those wind-up toys, or the cars that needed to be pulled back and let go to move forward.
This is my analogy for tonight.
Those toys can be wound up a little bit and they'll move a little bit, or they can be wound up a lot and they'll move a lot. I remember wanting to wind my car up as much as possible so that it would go really fast, really far. After so much winding, though, the car would start to make this weird cracking noise. At that point, winding more (pulling back further) would be 1) bad because it could break the mechanism inside, 2) pointless because the car won't go any further or faster.
This semester -fall of my junior year- is my busiest yet. I've never been so busy in my life. Aside from anxiety attacks every now and then, I'm even too busy to stress about this stuff. It's kind of ironic. Anyway, I feel like a wind up toy. My mechanism is wound up and very tense/tight. If I'm wound up anymore, I might break.
Colleges are almost like little kids, then, in that they wind us students up way past the point of there being a point in them doing so (I hope that made sense).
Some winding is good. It gets us going. It makes us work.
Too much winding; bad.
I'm kind of interested to see what will happen when my Christmas break finally comes and the winding key is released. Will I be like a car and zoom? Will I be like a McDonald's kid's meal toy and limp around in a circle? Will I be broken?
Anyway, I hope you're getting wound up enough to get going, but not so much that you break.
Thanks for reading :)