I guess we all know that feeling: checking something off your list, moving on directly to the next task … without even enjoying the feeling of accomplishment. Haven’t we all stared at the ceiling at night, making mental to-do lists, fighting the urge to just get up and get shit done just so that we can go back to sleep? Or is it just me? Lately, I feel that no matter how much I do, it’s never enough. And of course, I get frustrated by people around me that just go with the flow… when I should learn from them. Things always have a way to work themselves out, no? Or is it because there’s always somebody to pick up the slack? I’m impatient (don’t smile, I know it’s the understatement of the year). So if things don’t get done, I’ll take over with the risk of becoming resentful… and cranky (feeling of the day). Do I allow enough time for other people to take initiatives? Probably not… Is it healthy to want to do something perfectly or not at all? I’m contempleting dropping off from my Spanish class because I can’t focus enough on it to get the best possible grades. And from my point of view, what’s the point of showing up for finals if I’m not going to ace it? I guess sometimes I feel it’d be easier not to give a damn about the little things. But for me and my fellow control-freaks, perfectionists, it just ain’t that easy to let go….