Oh, internet, I have been in this ridiculous tailspin, not getting
anything accomplished. Anything! It's like I got all stressed out about
having a completed draft, like part of me doesn't really want to finish
this degree or is afraid of what comes next or is perhaps just a raging
wackaloon.
I am applying for a job and I am nervous. I got rejected for that faculty position, which is fine because I really didn't want it, but now I'm braced for more rejection. I can't get past the first paragraph in my cover letter. If I don't apply they can't reject me, right?
I am applying to present at a conference in June and I am stuck on that application too. It could be really fun -- I was trying to persuade my husband that we should slip away to this cool city for a few days, just him and me and the baby -- but I have to get unstuck first.
We got in an argument yesterday over the stupidest thing: the sheets came off one of the boys' beds. Minor, yes? Not a big deal, am I right? Except it was one of those arguments where -- whoosh! -- all of a sudden it's ugly for no good reason. I'm still mad.
I told my advisor I'd get her a batch of revisions by the middle of this week. That would be today, and I am nowhere. Nowhere! Perhaps the most exasperating thing is that I just need to put my head down and WORK for an hour, maybe an hour and a half. I've been busy thinking up passive-aggressive Valentine's Day cards instead, because I'm mature and forgiving like that.
Blargh. And blargh some more.
I am going to flex my atrophying diligensius muscle (oh, shut up, spellcheck, it is totally a muscle) and see what I can crank through before I need to get to bed. But sometimes a person just needs to say it out loud: internet, it's time for me to get over myself already.
I am applying for a job and I am nervous. I got rejected for that faculty position, which is fine because I really didn't want it, but now I'm braced for more rejection. I can't get past the first paragraph in my cover letter. If I don't apply they can't reject me, right?
I am applying to present at a conference in June and I am stuck on that application too. It could be really fun -- I was trying to persuade my husband that we should slip away to this cool city for a few days, just him and me and the baby -- but I have to get unstuck first.
We got in an argument yesterday over the stupidest thing: the sheets came off one of the boys' beds. Minor, yes? Not a big deal, am I right? Except it was one of those arguments where -- whoosh! -- all of a sudden it's ugly for no good reason. I'm still mad.
I told my advisor I'd get her a batch of revisions by the middle of this week. That would be today, and I am nowhere. Nowhere! Perhaps the most exasperating thing is that I just need to put my head down and WORK for an hour, maybe an hour and a half. I've been busy thinking up passive-aggressive Valentine's Day cards instead, because I'm mature and forgiving like that.
Blargh. And blargh some more.
I am going to flex my atrophying diligensius muscle (oh, shut up, spellcheck, it is totally a muscle) and see what I can crank through before I need to get to bed. But sometimes a person just needs to say it out loud: internet, it's time for me to get over myself already.
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