To Never Mature

To escape from the world

You fill your cup

Not with your grace

But to disfigure your face

To be free from your pride

You pull up your shirt

Not with your faith

But to ask for rape

To be accepted by peers

You tear down your hair

Not with your dignity

But to embrace you jocularity

To never mature

You fill, pull and tear

Disfigured, raped, and laughing

You lose your faith

Health

School started a week ago and I'm already stressed out of my mind. Here's who I am:

I'm a shift supervisor at starbucks scheduled to work 25 hours a week, against my will.

I'm a full time biblical studies & theology double major, which includes 18 units and consequently 150-200 pages of reading EACH NIGHT.

I'm a discipleship group leader.

I'm in a discipleship group.

I'm a SALT team member.

I'm "employed" at my church, kind of, sort of, maybe.

I'm hoping to continue the LOVED & LOVING movement.

I'm a friend, a boyfriend, and a son.

All of these things bring me joy, but together they make my life hell. I feel like my plate isn't full, I've just chosen to have more than one plate. I feel like I worry about how much work I have more than I actually do it. I don't know how to remedy the problem.

I absolutely need to cut things from my life, but I'm unwilling to give any of it up despite my discomfort.

Advice?