I celebrated my 30th birthday this week. And I feel like it deserves a post at least. But I don't know what to write.
If
you think about it, I've lived a third of my life (if I live to 90 that
is). I'm not really worried about that. I don't have a particular goal
to hit. I don't plan to get married and form a family, for example.
I'd
like to finish my PhD though. And I can now focus fully on writing my
dissertation. The results that I got were quite simple in retrospect
although getting there was not straightforward. I got stuck a lot of
times. I took a break and when I got back I realized how to fix it.
I kind of question my output. Is it good enough? My
adviser says so. Then it must be. Who am I to argue with that? I have to
get better at receiving feedback.
I'm not
really good at multi-tasking. Things overwhelm me. But the rare moments
when I got into the zone were exhilarating. I'm not sure I'll ever get
used to the roller-coaster of emotions.
There's
really no point to this post but just some sort of timestamp. A moment
in time. I do have some things that bother me but I'd rather keep them
private. I'm out here trying to discern what to give away and what to
keep.
Well, that's that. I don't know what's in store in the future but at least I'm surviving.
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