I’m also done. It feels great, yeah, but it also feels exactly the same. At a party this weekend I was talking to a friend/acquaintance (not exactly sure where I fall in his world) and I found myself reverting back to Sixteen Candles to explain my feelings post-dissertation defense and graduation.
Remember when Molly Ringwald’s character, Sam, wakes up on her sixteenth birthday, calls her friend, and tries to assess her feelings? Allow me…
“No, I didn’t expect to wake up transformed. I just thought that turning sixteen would be so major that I’d wake up with an improved mental state that would show up on my face. All it shows is that I don’t have any sort of a tan left.”
Love that! And I didn’t even get a tan this summer…
The past two months have been a blur. I revisited a folder that I created while finishing my diss and I found a full summary of an article I don’t even remember reading. And that is why I titled this post “Unfolding.” In a lot of ways, the past two months have been busy, but they’ve also been an exercise in psychic (and physical) stretching out. I didn’t realize how focused I’d been while writing–hence, documents I have no recollection of reading or summarizing.
So, I’ll be posting with a slightly greater degree of frequency, and maybe even about knitting!