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I haven't posted in awhile. But I should keep people updated in some way!
First off, I am one amazingly lucky person. I've got incredible friends & a very loving family. A nice apartment, with a stellar roommate who puts up with tons of quirks of mine and he just got a kitten who is adjusting quite well. It's a cute cat.
Work is going along okay, although I think I need an actual vacation (instead of just running home to see my grandpa in the ICU or for a wedding, or some other event). Like a planned escape with permission (from myself) to just do nothing for about a week. Haven't had one of those in... welp. Years.
And here's where the old me would wax eloquent (or not so eloquent) about the bigger questions in life. Where I am, where I'm going, where I see God in my life, and what it means to be a single grad student.
But if one thing has changed, recently, it's that I really can't do that anymore. Not because of the repercussions (ha! those never scared me). Not because I have no deep thoughts (we all know that will never stop happening!). Not because I don't have desires and wishes (oh yep. got those).
It's just that I may have just gotten a little too jaded. A lot of people have remarked about how I've lost some of my optimism. I guess it's true. I think it may happen to a lot of people nearing the end of their PhD (somehow the light gets dimmer the closer you get to the end). But I think it's something else, too. Who knows? Not worth worrying about it until the PhD is done and that is off my shoulders.
"Where did that piece go?" he asked.
"What piece?"
"Umm... you know... it's like that one in the middle... sort of makes the background music? Like rumble, rumble... where did it go?"
"Oh, you gave that one away. Said you didn't need it."
"Right. Oh, okay then. It works okay without it. Usually I find an extra somewhere, or someone has extras. It's just a little part and in general, they're a dime-a-dozen."
"Well, do you need it?"
"I guess not. I'll just have to hold this together... right. Got it. See?"
...
"Oh, you're gone... come to think of it... not sure how you knew about my machine, anyway. Oh well. Get's along just fine. People usually do say it's a beaut. Purrs like a kitten! Nice and quiet."
First off, I am one amazingly lucky person. I've got incredible friends & a very loving family. A nice apartment, with a stellar roommate who puts up with tons of quirks of mine and he just got a kitten who is adjusting quite well. It's a cute cat.
Work is going along okay, although I think I need an actual vacation (instead of just running home to see my grandpa in the ICU or for a wedding, or some other event). Like a planned escape with permission (from myself) to just do nothing for about a week. Haven't had one of those in... welp. Years.
And here's where the old me would wax eloquent (or not so eloquent) about the bigger questions in life. Where I am, where I'm going, where I see God in my life, and what it means to be a single grad student.
But if one thing has changed, recently, it's that I really can't do that anymore. Not because of the repercussions (ha! those never scared me). Not because I have no deep thoughts (we all know that will never stop happening!). Not because I don't have desires and wishes (oh yep. got those).
It's just that I may have just gotten a little too jaded. A lot of people have remarked about how I've lost some of my optimism. I guess it's true. I think it may happen to a lot of people nearing the end of their PhD (somehow the light gets dimmer the closer you get to the end). But I think it's something else, too. Who knows? Not worth worrying about it until the PhD is done and that is off my shoulders.
"Where did that piece go?" he asked.
"What piece?"
"Umm... you know... it's like that one in the middle... sort of makes the background music? Like rumble, rumble... where did it go?"
"Oh, you gave that one away. Said you didn't need it."
"Right. Oh, okay then. It works okay without it. Usually I find an extra somewhere, or someone has extras. It's just a little part and in general, they're a dime-a-dozen."
"Well, do you need it?"
"I guess not. I'll just have to hold this together... right. Got it. See?"
...
"Oh, you're gone... come to think of it... not sure how you knew about my machine, anyway. Oh well. Get's along just fine. People usually do say it's a beaut. Purrs like a kitten! Nice and quiet."