I was in a group recently when the discussion turned to death (I know - I hang out in weird circles). Someone said they knew a guy who was diagnosed with a terminal illness. His response was, "Hmm, this should be interesting."
I am trying to cultivate the same kind of acceptance for the process that I am engaged in right now with my dissertation. I want to know, really know, that regardless of what happens I can maintain my peace of mind. I was feeling a little crazy yesterday (between crying jags I wanted to scream) and I remember thinking between sobs, "Is this really worth sacrificing my serenity?"
Is anything really worth sacrificing my serenity?
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