Dash to the finish line

This is it people; this is what I’ve been waiting for.

Not very different from that abused little kid who spends fifteen hours a day in front of the TV hoping to escape from it all, I’ve wiled away the past five years of my life in graduate school. Sure, I’ve learnt a thing or two, and have a few pieces of paper making my stay seem legit, but you and I both know it’s about time I stepped into the real world and faced it like a man. Or mouse—which seems more likely—but face it nonetheless.

I don’t intend on stalling under fear of the unknown anymore, nor do I intend on wasting my time on trivial pursuits. I am finally motivated, and I’ve formulated a plan; a real plan with a realistic timeline.

And I fully intend on carrying it through.

(I better get something useful done before this caffeine buzz wears off.)