Fall semester, winter break, spring semester, summer break — repeat.
It’s a comforting and predictable pattern that takes most of us through our formative years. There’s an 8 a.m. bell, class, lunch, some more class, and then we are dismissed for the day.
At the time, I felt a bit trapped by the daily and seasonal cadence of school. I couldn’t wait to get into the work world where I would finally have at least some choice about when I would work hard and when I would take a break.
Then, after a year out of school, I realized I was struggling with time management. With no one telling me when to take a break, I would overwork on weekends and be tired during the week. In my eagerness to