Well shit. Finals are here. I don't know a single person who is confidently ready for this week to be here. I, personally, spent the weekend panicking. I've never failed anything in my life, and granted, I am the poster child for coming up with worst-case scenarios, but I am pretty sure this week is going to be full of firsts for me. It's been a rough semester and this week is no exception. I have to pass five finals and a jury. And I have to pack and change home bases again. I have to study and wrap presents and clean a fish tank and minimize crying. So here's the plan: one good thing a day. Minimum.
Sunday.
Monday.
Tuesday.
Wednesday:
Thursday:

Friday.
Saturday:
Sunday:
Repeat after me: I can do this. My grades do not define me. This will pass. I will keep breathing. I will be fine. I am loved. I am smart. I am good. I am still good. I am still worthy.
Happy finals. <3





















