Finding my rhythm

Week one of actually getting paid to work at the rec center is officially in the books.

Finding my rhythm

And honestly? I’m not totally sure how I pulled it off without completely crashing and burning in my classes.

Turns out there’s this weird art to switching between helping someone figure out the elliptical settings and then rushing home to memorize the pathway of cranial nerves. My brain keeps trying to categorize everything - is this a work thought or a school thought? But maybe that’s the wrong approach entirely.

The organized chaos of trying to fit everything in

Tonight I finally sat down and actually mapped out when I can study versus when I need to be fully present for members at the gym. Carmen texted asking if I want to grab dinner tomorrow but I had to tell her I’m booked until Sunday. Part of me feels guilty about that, but another part feels kind of proud? Like I’m actually building something here.

Jake made dinner while I was spread out at his desk and didn’t even complain when I completely took over his workspace. These are the moments when I remember why this whole living together thing actually works.