Working, Working, Working
I was hoping to be finished with the first draft of my chapter at the end of September. It's now approaching the middle of October. I am trying to not let panic set in.
I've written 6 pages on Citizenship Theory today. It's felt like pulling teeth. Yet I can feel the final push in me to apply it to my study.
Working, working, working. Stopping to eat (and feed T-Rex). I have not decided yet if I will go to bed tonight. Tomorrow is a bank holiday, but it is also the day my Matron of Honor at my wedding holds the bris for her newborn son.
There is not enough time for it all.
I've written 6 pages on Citizenship Theory today. It's felt like pulling teeth. Yet I can feel the final push in me to apply it to my study.
Working, working, working. Stopping to eat (and feed T-Rex). I have not decided yet if I will go to bed tonight. Tomorrow is a bank holiday, but it is also the day my Matron of Honor at my wedding holds the bris for her newborn son.
There is not enough time for it all.