Thinking About Frustration

Well, I am (basically) done.

Pretty much immediately after I turned in my thesis, I think everything about my health that I had neglected to try to turn in the project kicked in. I have been oscillating between the challenge of wanting to really try to unpack or reflect critically on what I did well/not well in the writing process, but also recognizing that I have far too much that I have neglected. I am asking myself very critically what I can seriously work through or achieve in the time that I have left these last few weeks of school. What does it mean to strike a balance at a time when I have failed to do so for so long?

I have just been growing frustrated at so many facets of my life in the last week, beyond the relief of finishing undergrad, that is making me seriously consider or be self-critical about how I have approached everything. How much of how I am dealing with recent events in my life is because of my own reluctance to address issues in a constructive manner, or alternately, if I simply am not doing enough to sustain the healthier practices in life. It’s never quite the most straightforward set of questions to contemplate.

I think that within the context of how I have approached life in the last year or so, I often take my expressions of frustration to be immediately justified or warranted. I never gave much space for myself to be…