So I've been doing more work on my thesis lately and I've realized how annoyed I get when people ask me about it. Is that normal? I try not to be annoyed and frankly it's nice to know people care and think to ask. But, sometimes, when everyone is asking, it gets to be too much pressure. So I've been paying attention to other fellow thesis writers and asked them about the topic (including insight from those who completed theirs in the past). Pretty much everyone says they hate constantly being asked about it. I think I finally figured out why this is, despite being rather obvious when one comes to think about it. Well, of course, we all know writing a master's thesis can be, and generally is, quite stressful. In addition to the stress, a thesis writer is constantly thinking about their thesis: what to write, what to research more, how to improve, getting it in for reading, what professors will think, avoiding professors for long periods so they won't ask you about it, hoping professors won't bring up your thesis in front of others, friends and family (both in and out of grad school and your program) asking how it's going because it is the only thing they know is a constant when in a master's program, etc, etc....
So I've decided that, yes, it is normal...to be asked about it- of course. And, yes, it is normal to get annoyed after a while. But, I must maintain a sense of appreciation for people who care to ask as well as remembering that I can be as vague or specific as I like, depending on the situation or my mood, a.k.a. stress level.
That being said, don't be afraid to ask me about it. Yeah right, now, right? No, honestly, it's ok, just don't over-do it; it is just the nature of the beast -- the beast being grad school. Soon it will all be over and I can move on. I don't mean to sound like I'm tired of graduate school, but in a way I am. I'm tired, I've nearly run out of gas, and I'm ready for the next challenge of life. In a way I feel like I've lingered too long, despite it only having been 2 years. Perhaps I sprinted too much in the beginning, like a bad track and field race in which my mind got ahead of my physical capability. I'm not really sure, but this is how I've felt for the last couple months, once I finally processed this semester.
I should say, however, that maybe I'm kidding myself, or just making excuses for bigger things that got in my way or excuses for poor time management. Because I'm not finishing my thesis until August, I won't be graduating until the end of the summer, which is just fine; it's just going to drag out the process and make it a bit more complicated. This situation came about because I had gotten behind in pretty much everything this semester from the word go. I've had one particularly understanding professor, much to my surprise and beyond any expectation. She helped me to prioritize and get back on track, a track which I'm still clinging to by threads, it seems, sometimes.
I got behind in everything because over the winter holiday I'm pretty sure that my brain went into a latency period and when the spring semester began in late January, it didn't come out of hibernation -- or at least, it took me a while to wake up and feel the momentum begin again. Or maybe I never really regained my momentum; I'm not really sure how I feel about this yet. I think I carried on through the semester with groggy-eyed vision, pretending I'd had morning coffee to those around me, but when in fact I hadn't really. I just wished I had and wondered why I just couldn't get around to turning the damn coffee machine on anyway. It tastes so good to be on track.
Looking back, hindsight being 20/20 (generally), there were a number of factors that hindered my normally good motivation. The first incident happened when my fiance, Nate, and I were trying to solidify our wedding plans, specifically the ceremony/reception venue. One would think that this decision would be relatively stress-free, right? Well, let's just say that I haven't been so enraged with both my parents at the same time, ever, than this situation. For the sake of siting this situation as water under the bridge at this point, I will only state thus: our wedding date conflicted with the Minnesota duck hunting season opener weekend, and somehow this caused a rippling, riotous, tantrum-filled petition from many male members (and non-members) of my family. Ridiculous. Glad that's over. In the end, common sense and the auspices of the Dept. of Natural Resources won out. This is the first and last time I will ever mention this incident on my blog, just FYI. I just wanted it stated for the record.
The second incident happened when a certain member of my family had an important mini-crisis which lasted several days. This happended at the end of January, or the beginning of February; I really can't remember anymore. One might say that I was visited by high levels of stress and unresolved issues from the past and present, as well as strong tensions among and between family members. I will not explore this incident here, but only state that old wounds (really only covered up for years, and never mended) were re-opened. I hate to use such a generic metaphor, but that's what it was. My immediate family was on edge and in emergency mode for days. I felt scared, angry, and exhausted. I kept thinking, and I still am, "when the hell is this issue going to be resolved?? Does anyone really realize how screwed up this situation is and how long it has been going on??" I know this is very encrypted description of events, but it has to be to 'protect' people, despite my desperate yearnings not to care. The point is, I've dealt with alot of familial strife this spring, and it is important for me to state, both for the reader and for me to say it 'out loud,' that it is a continuing issue, not a new one. It just seems to keep popping up and appears that it will never go away unless certain people finally, finally, finally, own up to their actions and words. I'm not holding my breath, but I do lose sleep over it.
The third incident is more generally accessible as an issue all can identify with. My grampa passed away in March, (my mom's dad), which was obviously, honestly difficult. I didn't really cry at my other two grandparents' (that have already passed) funerals because I was younger, but this one was definitely the hardest. In a way I was hoping he would hold out until my wedding in September, even if that is a selfish thing to want. I know he wanted to be there. I'm still not comfortable writing too much about him yet because it is just too hard on my end while writing this. I'll just say that his children and grandchildren were his sunshines and that he'll be missed dearly.
By the time all of these events had passed and their lingering smoke clouds blown over, and I was able to regain momentum again, it was April. To a student of any kind who is behind in April, this means tough situations and bargaining all through the month and into May, hoping to come out alive. I've tried to maintain a sense of calm throughout, telling myself that 'life happens' and to just let things be what they are. Explaining this sense to others is the hard part. I think, overall, I've weathered these past several months well, considering events mentioned and also those not mentioned here. I guess I just feel upset that I could not have finished with the pack because of events out of my control. It is fair to realize that some people have a breaking point and can handle only so much, and it is also a fair assessment that maybe I put unrealistic goals before myself and haven't given consideration to all unforseen variables. As an analogy, for a scientist, that doesn't spell defeat; it means keeping at it until the right equation results in success. I didn't like the cards I was dealt and expected the first equation to work anyway.
Going back to my original observation about my motivation issues starting at the beginning of the semester, I'd say that I have several good reasons for lack of said motivation. Nevertheless, it pains me to think that I couldn't push through it anyway. Is that actually just perfectionism hiding beneath the surface? Or is it dishonesty about who I really am and how I actually respond to the world around me? Perhaps a little of both, not necessarily mutually exclusive, I might add. It annoys me, as it has since high school, that other people's problems (particularly those that belong to people I care about alot) can affect me to such a degree. It also bothers me a great deal that the some of the same problems continue to afflict me, and are most definitely out of my control. I constantly wonder whether I'll ever get away from these issues and if I'll ever be able to function as though they no longer are an affliction.
I think the point of this post was to reflect a bit upon my state of being over the last several months. I think I'm finally at a point where I can do just this. I've had a hard time voicing alot of these sentiments, particularly resentment over some issues, in previous months thus far.
Oh sure, there will be plenty more incidents to come; it would be naive to think otherwise. I just wonder how I got to where I am sometimes, especially when considering what really matters. Right now, for me, that's finishing my thesis well, not quickly; finding a good job in a place that satisfies both Nate's and my needs; and having fun while planning and eventually enjoying our wedding. There will always be wounds to heal; I just wish some didn't take so much time.
That last line was almost too optimistic for my mood at the moment, to be completely honest, but at the same time, I can admit that statement is where I derive some of my motivation to keep moving, regardless of the situation.
I'm not much for cheesy sayings or sage-like utterings, so I will just have a word of the day:
perseverance.