sometimes I feel guilty

when I spend the day cleaning my room, making phone calls, prepping for the wedding, reading, attempting to cook, chatting online with my sweetie, getting lost in the etsy vortex,

and never quite make it to being academically productive.

but at the same time

another part of my feels completely and blissfully

accomplished, balanced, and at peace.

I am trying to retrain my mind

to remember that happiness doesn't come from strict adherence to deadlines,

that self-worth doesn't lie in a long list of worldy accomplishments,

but true joy comes in living.

and sometimes, 

just breathing

is enough.