The Rest of the Evening and No More Beer
You know, I don’t even care. So here’s what happened today. I finished writing my second special field. For anyone who has no connection to Loyola or sociology…congratulations and I’m jealous. But that does leave you out in the cold, so I’ll break it down: I’m estimating I’m about 80% of the way to finishing “comps.” I just finished the hardest 80% of the whole process. Holy Crap it feels good and here’s why: this is a moment I’ve been waiting 2 years to get to. Of course, there will be revisions…I haven’t seen the last of these yet. But I’m so much closer than I ever thought I’d get that, in and of itself, today is an accomplishment.
Here’s what I’m learning from it…freedom is on the horizon and it feels good. Looks good too. So good, in fact, that I don’t have any more beer in my house and I’m still happy. Truth is, I can lay down on my couch, fall asleep watching a movie, and know I don’t have to wake up and write anything tomorrow. Friday’s another story, but not tomorrow. And I can wash the dishes and bathroom. I can even go to the gym and know that afterwards, I don’t have to write a paper. At least not tomorrow.
Honestly, I’ve known intimately for the past two years the full meaning of “the weight of the world is on my shoulders.” Last week I broke out in enormous, itchy hives and I haven’t been able to fall asleep for the past three weeks without medication. I’m liable to cry at the drop of a hat, even if it’s not mine. I’ve been emotionally frayed for months.
And I think that’s over. At least for tomorrow.
Thank God. and WOO-HOO!