A good sign
Today I got an e-mail from a professor in one of the departments to which I've applied. She wants to talk with me, and she thinks I should fill out a grant application. *cheers* I'll have to write a new, more detailed statement of my research interests, and I always get nervous about messing up things like that. I mean, I have to try to make myself sound brilliant, interesting, and responsible enough to make someone want to give me money to do science. I'm going to try to get it done fast, though. Taking my time obviously hasn't done much for me in the past.
I've been having unusually good moods lately. Last week, I was happier and more energetic than I had been in years, and this somehow lasted through the entire week. My brain was just spewing out story ideas too. This week, I have a cold, but I don't feel bad emotionally, even if I don't have as much energy as I did last week. I hope this lasts, but I'm scared that it won't. I haven't felt this good for this long since I was a kid. Yesterday, I saw someone walking around in a tee shirt that said "If you're afraid of failing, you don't deserve to succeed," and instead of having to restrain myself from curling up in a corner and crying, "She's right, it's true, I don't deserve anything," I had to restrain myself from flipping that person off.
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I've been having unusually good moods lately. Last week, I was happier and more energetic than I had been in years, and this somehow lasted through the entire week. My brain was just spewing out story ideas too. This week, I have a cold, but I don't feel bad emotionally, even if I don't have as much energy as I did last week. I hope this lasts, but I'm scared that it won't. I haven't felt this good for this long since I was a kid. Yesterday, I saw someone walking around in a tee shirt that said "If you're afraid of failing, you don't deserve to succeed," and instead of having to restrain myself from curling up in a corner and crying, "She's right, it's true, I don't deserve anything," I had to restrain myself from flipping that person off.
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