It was my junior year of college and I was involved in everything, working a lot, had my first upper-level business classes, and decided to live in the freshman dorm hall because it was cheaper. I found I ended up with horrible grades, and I nearly failed one of my classes.
I had a roommate that took over the whole entire room with the never-ending things she had and upstairs neighbors that played music so loud that my dorm room shook. The next semester of my junior year I realized I needed to make some significant changes otherwise I was going to not do so hot in my college career and might go insane!
So, I took away all of the commitments that were serving me no true value or purpose by taking a closer look at what I really wanted and needed. I moved to another dorm room where I had my own room that enforced quiet hours in an upperclassmen residence hall.
I could breathe again, and soon my sanity came back. I realized from all of this that I needed to learn to be more selective with what I did with my time, who I was around, and again that my environment I was in either was demotivating or motivating. Everything seemed to go to heck that first semester, but it all fell into place again once I made some hard decisions to get back to what I needed.