Life is a funny thing. Your mind plays a psychological game and makes life a funny thing.
There’s no way to explain it. It just happens. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s not. It’s hard to tell which way the bat is swinging but once it hits, oh boy does it hit. Take, for example, a massive report worth 3/4 of your grade due on your professors desk first thing the next morning. Normally, you would have started this piece of writing weeks ago, probably edited it about 3x before the due date but for some strange, unknown reason, you put it off. It’s now 11pm the night before and you’re still on the discussion, unsure of what to say next. Seems like a perfect time to re-evaluate and stress about your entire life.
Ever since you were little, you had that one dream. That one thing that would motivate you in the darkest of times. Maybe you trained hours on-end for years to become a ballerina, a gymnast, or maybe you studied like no other to become that top student, win all the awards, become a lawyer, a doctor, a politician, an artist. Those dreams guided you to be the person you are today,
or at least that’s what we’re told. But then why is it that at the most critical of times, do you often find yourself at a loss? Yes, this training session will likely bring you one step closure to that podium finish or the paper is a gateway to post-graduate school but then why is it so hard to actually do it? The mental state under pressure works in mysterious ways and more often then not, it panics; it is so scared of failure that it shuts down. You are now immobile as you watch your dreams crumble around you. Got to love the brain, huh?