I’m alive and well. So well, in fact, that I seem to lack the urge to write here. Even so, a quick update:
- I’m moving in a few days, and that’s going to be a bit of a chore.
- I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, and slowly concentrating all my attention on my dissertation work. I plan on defending by the first week of October and being done-done by my birthday. I doubt I want to be 27 and still “in school.”
- I finally believe I know what I’m talking about, intellectually, and that’s given me a sense of peace and accomplishment that’s feeding my good mood.
Good to know that you’re real close to wrapping up. Only one thing is a little unsettling. Does it really take that long to begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel, or is it due to the feeling one gets when they know it is about to end soon?
“I doubt I want to be 27 and still ‘in school.'”
Hmph! I’m 32 and haven’t even started, yet. After attending the first day of high school with my son yesterday, I’m starting to remember why.
pUl|: This whole journey has been one of self-realisation. Personally, I needed to get to a point where I believed that I understood all that I set out to learn (in grad school; not life). I finally, truly, believe I am at that point now.
It was really not about what my peers or my dissertation committee felt, I needed this to feel “done.”
Perhaps it took me longer than most, so I wouldn’t fret if I were you.
Michelle: “After attending the first day of high school with my son yesterday, …”
Hmph! I’m 27 and I haven’t even started, yet. After another day as a nerd with all the nerdy women around, I’m starting to realise why.