What do you get when you mix no sleep, health crisis, and last minute major revisions to your thesis that your adviser decides to make a week before you defend? With “small calculations that will take no time at all”? Oh right, a semi-meltdown that looks like this.
At least, that’s what I’d like to completely blame it on.
In reality I think its also that I’ve been so good at compartmentalizing lately that I almost, quite literally, forgot that this entire world exists that, oh yeah, I have absolutely no part of and will not for the foreseeable future. Yes, I mean the world of motherhood. For a minute there I think I was tricking myself into thinking that I’m just a normal girl, graduating, moving and looking for a job while I postpone having children because I’m working on my career.
And then, bam. I’m blindsided by my blog reader and jolted out of my carefully constructed – with good reason – world of caring only about graduating.
If it wasn’t a blog it would have been something else. Blogging really isn’t the problem.
This is just the sub/infertile life.
Why do I keep forgetting that?