This weekend is graduation weekend and so A (Temporary Roommie) and M (former Roommie) are in town. I'm very happy to see them, but it's rough hearing them talk about graduation when I am not graduating. And watching them graduate tomorrow is going to be hard, too. Which reminds me. I don't believe I ever introduced:
So, getting back to the whole not graduating thing. I've known for awhile, of course, that I would not be graduating this spring. I made that realization several months ago and most of the sting had gone out of it, until these last few days when I suddenly felt very very sad I was not going to be in my cap and gown with the rest of my friends. I think it might not have been so bad if only one or two of them were graduating but with all three, I definitely feel left behind. And I know I have to move past this--life is what it is, right? I mean, there's really nothing I can do to change this so I dwelling on it and getting morose and crying into my beer (wine, actually) is not doing anyone any good, least of all me. But no matter how much I tell myself this (and that it will not be the end of the world) it still bothers me.
I understand. I've been through enough unexpected academic hairpin turns that I've learned to relax a bit. Though I do still occasionally twitch when I think about being 37 and still not having a PhD. Hang in there--you'll get there soon enough!
ReplyDeleteLetting it out "on paper" as it were, has to help, too. Thanks for sharing with us and keep on truckin'.
ReplyDeleteBetter than being stuck in a career you ended up not liking like, um, my friend.
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