Since Friday (or Thursday) I don’t remember, I was awake about 69 out of the next 72 hours. Studying all night for a midterm, I went to shop for a retreat over the weekend. After shopping, we planned all night for the retreat, then sleeping less than an hour. Then after a two-hour ride up to Big Bear, we went for a three-hour hike uphill in the snow. The rest of the day was a blast, but I ended up sleeping about two hours. Then on Sunday, after coming home from Big Bear, I had to head straight to rehearsal, and then straight to a study room to work on a group project.

I finally slept a considerable amount last night. Then I just finished that project, worked out, and am now cooking before a meeting in an hour. There’s nothing in my head that’s telling me to keep going. My body wants me to stop, my mind is exhausted, but somehow I’m still going. 

I am not more deserving of the nickname I received three years ago than I am now: 

Trooper.