But then again, I suppose if I don't record the bad stuff down, I won't be able to look back in say, 6months time and say, "Demn, but despite all that sh*t, I made it out alive".
And it does seem, if you re-read my past notes regarding the PhD journey, that all has not been well. If anything, (since my er.. you-know-who left) the days and weeks and months have been plagued by much anxiety, lack of sleep, more anxiety and lots and lots of worry.
After watching about 10mins or less of Bear in the Big Blue House, I decided I will try not to use 'stress' so much, because really, how can one consider writing a thesis stressful, when comparatively, life is so much more worse out there for the poor peeps without a roof over their heads? Instead, I shall attempt to use the word 'worry' more, because that's probably a more correct reading of what I'm feeling right now. I'm worried. Like, "Oh, I am oh-so-worried about whether I can finish the paper by the due date", or if you like, "Oh, I'm worried whether my (current) supervisor will ever
But anyways, though it seems like I've hit rock-bottom, I guess, to be optimistic, at least it's rock-bottom so the only way to go now is "up, up, up". And if I allow myself to be a little less harsh, I could even admit that yes, it's true supervision wasn't as eer.. 'good' as I hoped, but at least it definitely wasn't 'bad' either. I just need to, well, take a deep breath and start drafting the chapter again. There is really so much more work to be done, but at least when it's all over, I can rest easy knowing I've done the best I can possible due.
Awww, now ain't that the most corny way to the end the post?
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