Alice sent me this link last night as a joke, but it resonated too close to home. The jokes on Ph.D students are usually based on sad, sad truths and I watched as Lisa threw crumbs to the geese and my stomach growled. If only I was at that park when she was being so generous.
And the pony tail. I would love to have my hippie locks from yesteryear but sadly I removed my shag twice as I attempted to grow up. As a 38 year-old graduate student, my grays are obvious.
The good news, however, is the glimmer of light in the long, long tunnel I've traveled. I hope it isn't a firefly that got lost from its flight and that there is actually oxygen ahead. I've been holding my breath for a long, long time.
OMG, that was hysterical, but you are right, it was sad at the same time!
ReplyDeleteI'm right there with you frog. 20 months to go for me. What keeps me going is the recognition that when I'm finally able to exhale I'll know myself in ways I never thought possible. I'm ready to come out of the cave again.
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts of you and love always,
Bambi