I think I need something to the effect of a body double. Someone to go and do the many number of things that need to get done: read for classes, work on research projects, and type words on the keyboard that translate out to a law. A double who can be of an amiable disposition, prepared, and articulate…charming. A double who can keep his resume up to date, run to the post office to send out more summer clerkship applications, impress the interviewers by quoting some Churchill or Tennyson.
Because that would allow me to buckle and fall down and curl up in my bed and stop thinking and stressing and worrying about the heart ache and thousands of natural shocks that we’re heir to. I’m overwhelmed, I’m tired, and some days (i.e., today) even the smallest breeze of uncertainty leads me to a crisis of faith in my own self. And as far as matters of the heart go…
This is doable, and this shall pass, and I know and believe in these Truths. But on certain days, the very act of getting out of bed is all that can be asked.