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Tonight is the last night of winter break. It was beautiful. Potlucks, parties, bars, and quiet nights at home. I learned how to make fresh pasta from scratch. Ben and I went to San Francisco and did all our San Francisco things, and yesterday we went climbing in Joshua Tree and did not get lost or eaten by coyotes.
At home, I kept doubting myself and feeling like what I am doing is really very insignificant. I have this weird delusion that what I study is the most interesting, important thing in the world. And now on some level I am reminded that it is not.
But tonight, I am answering the emails I have been ignoring and getting ready to go back to work tomorrow, and realizing that even though part of me knows what I do is sort of silly and irrelevant, almost all of me still feels like it is THE MOST INTERESTING THING IN THE WORLD.
And I love it, and I can't wait to go to work tomorrow.
At home, I kept doubting myself and feeling like what I am doing is really very insignificant. I have this weird delusion that what I study is the most interesting, important thing in the world. And now on some level I am reminded that it is not.
But tonight, I am answering the emails I have been ignoring and getting ready to go back to work tomorrow, and realizing that even though part of me knows what I do is sort of silly and irrelevant, almost all of me still feels like it is THE MOST INTERESTING THING IN THE WORLD.
And I love it, and I can't wait to go to work tomorrow.