Last Minute

Today I took my oral exam. Nailed it.

The thing that bothers me, though, is that I waited until the last moment to study, as usual. I don’t understand why I do that—it always stresses me out. Yet because of the good results I get, I am conditioned to do it again and again.

Perhaps I should accept that that’s how I study, that’s how I do things: last minute. Obviously trying to change this habit has not worked, and I just get down about not doing things the “right” way.

Yet it’s not about the results, is it? It’s about the process. The fact that I passed doesn’t negate the self-induced stress.

It’s all about the results, and the result was that I sacrificed tranquility.