Yesterday was a frustrating day π₯
My assignment, which was due at 11:59pm last night, was looming closer. Every time I picked it up, I’d get a dull headache, worsened by the fact that I’d still feel tired no matter how much I slept.
I finally buckled down to really do it around 6pm.
By 8pm, I was still on the introduction. π
By 10pm, I was writing the key aspects needed for my analysis. (My sister typed them up for me ππ, may God bless her).
By 11pm, I was putting together the typed work as I had written them in parts and given to my sis. So I was reading, editing, and filling info that I had left out. Then I started writing the analysis and stopped at 11:47pm to convert it to pdf and upload it before 11:59pm.
I can’t say I’m pleased with that I did. But I’m grateful that it’s done. I felt like giving up, especially when I was 10pm and I didn’t start the analysis as yet. I wanted to jump into bed, cover my head, and not submit anything. It was really frustrating π.
But I ignored the urge to give up, I ignored my feeling of frustration and pressed on. My sister was already typing up the notes for me. If I gave up then I’d be wasting her time and spitting on the sacrifice she was making for me, and I didn’t think that would be fair. My mom was routing for me and checked in every now and then. A friend of mine checked in every four hours to encourage me. If I gave up, I would feel badly for letting them down so I forced myself to do my best.
I boast in God for surrounding me with people who are so supportive. I know that if it were not for their support, I would have given up and accepted an F. Daddy knew that I’d get to this point where my faith just wasn’t strong enough, so he sent help to keep me walking.
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