So I was accepted into the doctoral program the same week that, 13 years ago, was the single worst week of my life.
As with every other split in my life, this way forward is fraught. But I’m not going to let that stop me.
My goal is to finish this before my 60th birthday.
I defended my Master’s thesis the day after my 28th birthday.
I need the discipline of a deadline, or it won’t happen.
I’ve waited decades for this moment, so I’m going to achieve or die trying.
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