Yesterday, I turned in my printed copies of my dissertation to the graduate studies office. There is still the chance that they'll find a problem with the margins or page numbers or printing quality, but I'm trying not to think about that.
This is the first day in (I don't want to count how many) years that I am not feeling guilty for not working on my dissertation. It is a wonderful, peaceful feeling. It's weird: I'm nearly 40; My kids are grown; I have a husband, a house, a dog, a cat, fish; but I feel like I am just starting my life.
Maybe I can finally get one of those hobby things...
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