So yesterday I finally had a pity party and vented mercilessly at two different people about my thesis situation. I guess everything is generally alright, except I now have to fly back from Calgary to defend, and hopefully in early September. Any later then that, and we're getting into a gross plan B situation of dropping out for a semester and returned first thing next semester to defend. There's a more official way to say it, bt if anyone says "October" to my face them I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a rage blackout.
As it stands, I've learned that one of my advisors is away for 2 chunks of August and is also away in Australia in September, although she hasn't actually told me that officially yet. Anyhoodle, it makes the end sprint a wee bit more logistics based, which is fair enough since I was basically planning on a skin-of-my-teeth exit anyways.
And what's life without a few stories?
However, yesterday drained me and today I'm super zombie. I stayed up super late scrolling though every last post form one blog's archives and went to bet at 3, like an idiot. Today I feel the way I should, all things considered, which is spacey and flaky.
So I'm trying to get small things done, like get maps for the GPS, collect a few things. I might order the pacific cycle tour bible everyone swears by. I'm hoping the day isn't a total wash since I'm going camping this weekend (yay!) and can't really imagine blowing off whole days at all. It' suicide.
And so , I push on. I can't tell you how much I will not miss this feeling.
1 comment:
I can totally relate to this feeling. I am really great at making plans and setting goals, targets and deadlines for myself... and really bad at following thru with them. Half the time I feel like I'm all talk.
I think the trick is not to beat yourself up about it. Vent if you need to - and don't feel bad about it.
Even if you only make small steps today, feel good about it. Your making progress.
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