After emailing and leaving messeage for potential apts, i've decided to crawl back in bed and vegetate for the remainder of the day. I've had an awfully dreary weekend, what, with trying to figure out whether I can afford higher rent (and ridiculous deposit) for a place that has wall to wall hardwood floor, lots of windows, built-in shelves (!), double french doors, high ceilings. it is obviously lovely and close to Amazing Park, which is great because I think I can pick up running again.
Out of left field, I woke up this morning thinking about the the last day of class with my cultural crit class. Our prof was dispensing advice about other routes we can explore with an MA, which seemed like a particularly good move given that many students in our program have no intentions of entering a doctoral program. It was refreshing to hear genuine optimism after crappy, crappy end-of-semester writing blues. I mean, I think it's useful to imagine myself and what my life might be like out of academia, if only to maintain sanity and not think as though I've let myself down. As I reread the previous sentence I feel sort of silly because I'm acutely aware that I've entered the program without long term goals, but with a sense that I was out here just happy to be doing what I love. Is that even enough though? Of course, maybe I just need a push. aaaargh.
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