by Ashley McGee |

It’s no secret to anyone that knows me that I want to save the world. I’ve been vegetarian since the eighth grade, volunteer at a thrift store in my free time and plan to work for a number of non-profit organizations after graduating college. Throw in three advanced classes, four clubs and my Editor-in Chief responsibilities for The Bell, my life is one big balancing act, but I don’t mind it; I enjoy the challenge and I love everything I do.
Lately, however, it seems like I’ve finally reached my breaking point. Somehow, I never seem to have enough time to take care of the whole world and myself, too. I’m lucky if I get five hours a sleep each night and I can all but forget about spending time with friends more than one day a week. I guess I’ve gotten so caught up in helping everyone else, I haven’t taken care of myself.
And the truth is, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m only human. I can only push my body so far before I can’t push it anymore. I can only give as much as I have. Even with all I’m taking on this year, I can’t say I’m giving very much. Both my time and energy are in short supply.
So, world, consider this an apology from yours truly. You’ll have to wait to be saved until another day. Right now, I need to focus on me; I need to kick my red heels back and relax; I need to for me, not you. Because if I’m not okay, there’s no way I can ever expect you to be.