My latest trick is to move papers from one side of my desk to the other. Then I feel that I have accomplished **something**.
I just started a book called "Elderflora: A Modern History of Ancient Trees. The author is obviously brilliant. He uses words like phytocentric and dendrochronologists and apocalypticism. In spite of this, this rather thick brick of a book is exceptional. Perhaps he can write my thesis for me.
People, I have to get serious. I have distracted myself enough. ENOUGH. I've even lost my keys twice, the second time for real. At least we have a new midwife in the practice so I'm getting a bit of a break there.
Tonight I will dance with my people. And all will be well. Dance=life.
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Every thesis I had to write since college was done in a last minute dash late into the night, next morning, ie the morning of the deadline. I think this is when the brain works best.
You'll get there.
And dance = prayer.
Thank you Sabine-I will take your comments to heart. I spent the day with a transcribed interview I did a few months ago and it had me in tears. What remarkable women we are...
Mary-yes, that's right.
I'm quietly pulling for you to finish! I have a good friend from college who's in Paris, trying to finish her thesis for a philosophy degree, and she tells similar stories.
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