I have three Fridays left. THREE FRIDAYS. That's a very exciting thought. It doesn't mean I'm done with the program or even done with classes per se, but I am done with Fridays. Three years of Fridays along with three 3-week intensives during June. In total, about 126 day-long visits to campus. Now, only three. And truth be told, getting to these classes is a serious challenge.
My motivation is quavering to show up. I've felt it since I came back from Spring Break. Each Friday morning, I feel the pull to stay home just a bit more intensely. There's a part of me that wants to rationalize this. Given where I am with my research and my plan to write a dissertation proposal, there's nothing of substance to showing up in these last three classes. By the semester end, I need to produce a rough rough rough draft of my dissertation proposal but that's it. I'll then be working away at revising for six months. But realistically, there's no compelling reason to show up for the next three classes.
Ok, there is. There are my cohort family--great people who I have been with since it all began. I want to be there for them and I want to be there with them. This is a milestone for us to cross together. There's also the fact that I don't want to entirely flake out and geniunely want to say that I finished and finished strong. There's also the fact that there are faculty and members of other cohorts that I absolutely enjoy seeing and catching up with each week and will definitely miss.
But there is a temptation. There is a sense that now that the end is in sight--downright 20/20 vision at this point, that I want to be done all the more. I think these next few weeks might be the hardest classes to attend as I feel the end coming. But that's ok. The tugging I'm feeling now is just indicative of the long journey it's been to get here. So I'm going to make it and I'm so glad to be here. But there will be some will-power needed to show up.
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My motivation is quavering to show up. I've felt it since I came back from Spring Break. Each Friday morning, I feel the pull to stay home just a bit more intensely. There's a part of me that wants to rationalize this. Given where I am with my research and my plan to write a dissertation proposal, there's nothing of substance to showing up in these last three classes. By the semester end, I need to produce a rough rough rough draft of my dissertation proposal but that's it. I'll then be working away at revising for six months. But realistically, there's no compelling reason to show up for the next three classes.
Ok, there is. There are my cohort family--great people who I have been with since it all began. I want to be there for them and I want to be there with them. This is a milestone for us to cross together. There's also the fact that I don't want to entirely flake out and geniunely want to say that I finished and finished strong. There's also the fact that there are faculty and members of other cohorts that I absolutely enjoy seeing and catching up with each week and will definitely miss.
But there is a temptation. There is a sense that now that the end is in sight--downright 20/20 vision at this point, that I want to be done all the more. I think these next few weeks might be the hardest classes to attend as I feel the end coming. But that's ok. The tugging I'm feeling now is just indicative of the long journey it's been to get here. So I'm going to make it and I'm so glad to be here. But there will be some will-power needed to show up.
Did you enjoy this read? Let me know your thoughts down below or feel free to browse around and check out some of my other posts!. You might also want to keep up to date with my blog by signing up for them via email.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
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