It's has been a crazy crazy few weeks. I feel like I'm under water with work sometimes, but rarely do I feel like I'm drowning in it, like I did these past few weeks. But it's been an amazing sort of drowning (yes, I realize how weird that sounds 😂). It's the feeling where you feel like you're dying a slow death, but are simultaneously learning skills to thrive and blossom once you push through the overwhelm and self-doubt phases.
What I'm really trying to say is, it's been a sweet torturous crazy wonderful few weeks, and I'd do it all over again. After some down time. 😂
I'm finally coming up for much needed air...sort of. I submitted my first few manuscripts, and they are in the hands of the peer-review gods now 🎉🎉🤓
Taking a little time to feel human today and play dress up for an event. I keep saying this year has been a whirlwind....but it's barely April 😂
Work trips and summer trips booked✔️
Counting down to the end of my first doctoral year....in a month✔️🎉
Now, onto hotel choices and brushing up my language skills for travels this summer....and my remaining month of way too much school/professional/personal work.
Cheers and wishing everyone a wonderful Easter!
“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.” - Ernest Hemingway
More and more, I'm realizing that not everyone is wired with a curious mind like mine. I often wonder about the "whys" about something. It's not unusual for me to get consumed for days or months thinking about the "why" or "how" of something--but I had assumed that this was how most people proceeded with a curiosity.
Imagine my surprise when I gradually realized (very recently, actually) that I'm actually in the minority, and not the majority. My mind, seemingly, is often an outlier--far away from the normal cluttered data points of reserved thoughts and commonplace musings. Surprisingly, it has helped me to see and understand things better. I've always wondered why I always seem more affected by little things in life than others, and now I understand why.
It maybe exhilaratingly exhausting at times, but I simply don't know how to, or want to, tame who I am.
This makes those I've let into my thoughts, and those who have gotten to know me, even more special to me. Specifically those who aren't scared away by my haphazardly odd, passionate, curious, and random mind.
I always think that I couldn't get nerdier, weirder, or more passionate....and then I go proving myself wrong again. Every time.