At the Hotel

I went to a hotel last week for a few nights to try to catch up on school work. I’ve been struggling with time management and procrastination A LOT this semester and was getting to the point where I was starting to despair about getting caught up. Because my husband is a kind and helpful (and cute, which is not relevant to this story, but is still nice for me) he didn’t even blink about me ditching him and the kiddos on spring break week and so soon I found myself at kitschy camping themed hotel about five miles from home.

At the hotel, I carefully laid out piles of school work for each of my three main classes. I made a to do list. I set up a snack corner and put a bottle of bubbly water on ice. I changed into my most comfortable stretchy pants and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. I plugged in my laptop and then…

I did my homework.

I finished a take home midterm.

I read three chapters in one textbook.

I started taking notes for a paper due next month.

And I was actually, kind of, weirdly, enjoying it? I felt like I could remember why I wanted to go to grad school in the first place. I felt like I was doing what I was supposed to be doing, in terms of trying to connect what I was learning to my professional work. It felt good. I felt eager to keep going with the paper.

And then I got home and stopped. And I should be doing school work now and instead I’m dinking around on the Twitter and playing Candy Crush on my phone. Sigh. What is wrong with me?

All I know is that next semester I am setting aside student loan money for more hotel stays and hopefully I can figure out why I can’t seem to make myself work at home.

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