End of semesters are always filled with rush and frantic energy, pretty much trying to finish a whole semester’s worth of work in one week. Last week was low-key a blur. So many late nights–early mornings that I honestly lost track of everything. But I noticed that those moments are kind of vital for me.

It could totally be me excusing my terrible habit of procrastination (very likely). Or maybe it actually is helpful. Somehow in the middle of the chaos, I’m able to push out the work without overthinking it, and I gain some type of confidence with my skills and concepts, and everything just clicks. Not the healthiest process, but hey… it gets the work done? lol