Thank you, Dobby, for demonstrating the futility of folding clothes.
A long time ago, I wrote a post about me being the captain of a sinking ship. It was a rough time in my life but I got through it and my ship didn’t sink and I fell in love and got married and moved to the great plains and started grad school. But recently, my ship has taken some hits: losing loved ones, living far away from family and friends, grad school, financial worries, 70+ hour work weeks, and a terrifying feeling I have messed things up somehow. Tipped the balance. Incurred some sort of curse. Because while I am so lucky to have all I have and be able to do all I do, I am exhausted in every possible way. And I haven’t posted in weeks and that is another way I feel like I’m failing. Because y’all are amazing and thoughtful and have been so supportive and encouraging to me. And I think y’all deserve better. Y’all deserve daily doses of humor and whimsy. And I’m not up to it right now, my whimsy is flimsy. But the thought of walking away from this blog has me in tears. So, I’m not. At least I’m not right now. But I also don’t know how often I’ll be posting in the next year. So if you can bear with me, I’ll forever appreciate it. If you can’t, I totally get it and I wish you all a life filled with cotton candy and completely devoid of aliens.
Love, love, love,
I’m on a short break from classes and yet I wake up every day panicked thinking I didn’t do a reading or forgot to write a paper. Does this ever go away or has grad school permanently altered my consciousness to always feel like I’ve forgotten something important?
Which leads me to wonder about conducting a research project about altered consciousness and the correlation to grad school enrollment.
Aaaghh….grad school has taken over my brain! It wasn’t the aliens I should have been afraid of, it was advanced degrees!
Just kidding. I’m totally still scared of aliens.
Why is it not warm yet Nebraska??? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy???!
I’m not always sure what day it is but I always know when an assignment is due. I laugh hysterically at therapy puns. I am overfunctioning while simultaneously advising clients not to. I’m not sure how much coffee I’ve had to drink today but it was probably more than a lot. All of the books I am reading in my free time are for my comps. I am grad school.
You know you have married the right person when they refer to you as “resolute” instead of “stubborn as hell”.
Sometimes the squirrels in my neighborhood behave very oddly and I can’t help but suspect they are planning something.
If and when the squirrel revolution happens, remember that I suspected them first.