This month, I am in the intense part of a graduate degree that my niece called the "lock yourself in a room for two weeks stage". It's true. If there was an academic equivalent to labour and delivering a baby, this is it. My final paper is 107 pages, with 14 pages of single-spaced references and 11 appendices. When I started my master's degree a friend of mine told me that there will become a point in time where I am no longer relatable to others in my chosen topic. I've long since passed that stage. Pulling 4 years of work together out of the stratospheric graduate level into a paper for people to understand has been a challenge. I hired an editor, who is an angel in my eyes.
My editor has my paper right now which affords me a day or two where I feel like I'm in the eye of a hurricane. It's calm right now, but when my paper hits my inbox, it will be go-time again. The other side of the storm is coming.
For the time being, I enjoyed a calm evening and popped my drone into the air. Don't mind the stunned look on my face. I'll stop torturing my brain soon after this final push to finish this degree.
I still talk about "if" I finish this degree. Maybe sometime I'll talk about why that is the case, but I'll have to do it in the context of healing from something that was soul shattering - not even being dramatic. But for now, I'm going to enjoy a moment on my deck during a beautiful evening.
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