I talked to my parents earlier. And told them that I’m not going to apply for PhD programs. And they’re okay with it. And they still love me. And they support my decision. I love my parents. Now the next two weeks feel manageable. The end is in sight.
just a girl dreaming her way through life
I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.