Would it surprise you to learn that I have a sticker on the back of my car that says, "Huzzah!" It shouldn't. I found it at Colonial Williamsburg, and I snatched that baby right up. I wanted it on a t-shirt, but couldn't find it, so settled for this.
And why am I saying "Huzzah!" right now?
Because the first draft of the class paper is done. Oh my. This paper has tormented me from the start. My original outline promised a book-length treatise of my subject, which simply wouldn't work. So I had to narrow. And then narrow some more. And then cry - literally - because I'd start to overthink the entire process and thus, didn't even want to tackle the thing.
Of course, quitting wasn't an option (tempting, though).
But tonight, I finally managed to crank out the conclusion. I'm not thrilled with the paper, but we'll see what my classmates and professors think. Then, it'll be time to edit it.
It's been a hard semester, and I've struggled to try and figure out if grad school is still something I'm really passionate about doing.
Life is short. Shouldn't we spend our time doing what we love? I know we all have jobs and need to make money to pay the bills...but I don't want to be pursuing a path that isn't the right one for me.
So. I'll be spending my December vacation from school thinking about what I truly want to do with my life.
As the illustration says, it's okay if we do something that doesn't work...at least we tried. At least we know.
And that's what matters.