Halfway there

This week is halfway over.
My tests for this week are halfway done.
I halfway cleaned my room today.
My hours spent at work this week are halfway completed.
I'm halfway convinced that halfway isn't a real word.
And I halfway don't care.

You know those weeks where you just feel like you have a ton to do, but then you take a step back to fully assess the situation and realize that you really don't?

Having two tests in one week for the same class really messes with your brain.

I keep trying to validate my stress by reminding myself how I've yet to start studying for my second test

and I still have a pile of laundry in my room that needs to be folded

and now I need to make time on Friday to drive down to I.F. and return some stuff

and I have to get my taxes done

and remember how I was going to write up my goal plan on a poster board

and now I need to make a headband to complete my outfit for sister's wedding

and maybe I should figure out what class I'm taking next semester

and wasn't I going to de-clutter some of my stuff

and I need to start reading more of my books I got for Christmas

and my 25 before 25 list should probably be finalized soon

and when am I going to do my blog makeover I've been planning...

I don't know why I stress myself out about these little things all the time.  Really, there's no need for it.  Seriously, look at the things I'm trying to accomplish.  Not one of them is stress-worthy.  But I don't get them done and then I feel that tiny tinge of failure.  You know what I'm talking about, that little guilty feeling you get when the end of the day hits and you realize you did nothing you told yourself you'd do that day.  Yeah, I know it well.

I know that if I just slow down long enough to look at the situation I'll realized that oh hey this stuff really isn't stressful at all.  So here's to writing up a to do list for the next three weeks and knocking these things off one at a time...but then again thats just one more thing that might stress me out.