Hey, look! I’m posting again and it’s not even June yet!
When last we left our intrepid fitness fetish wanna-be, she had managed to undo the patient work of six months and regain 75% of the weight she had lost …
I lost track of how many times I came in here and talked about how I was going to pick myself up, dust myself off, and get back to it. And I would, too, for a few days. Then it was back to my permanent appearances on Sloth TV. I don’t really know what my problem was but it doesn’t matter. I’m not here to make excuses for myself.
I’m here to share with you the neato-nifty new workout program I’ve found that seems to be working for me, if “working for me” can be translated into “inspiring me to actually workout regularly and even enjoy it”.
It’s looking like I’m going to post approximately every six months, whether I have anything to say or not.
It’s the last day of the year and I have spent many years doing the Janus thing about now: looking back and looking forward. I could do that today, too, but I’m not in the mood.
This has been a pretty good year for me, as years go. Not perfect, of course. No such thing in this life. But 2018 was a pretty good year. I got things done. I moved forward.
To be honest, though, I’m a lot more interested in the year I have ahead of me.
It hasn’t been a month yet since I got back from Spain. I’m still transcribing and translating interviews. It’s tedious work but I got a bunch of good stuff that I am looking forward to analyzing.
Meanwhile, I’m pondering being a third-year.
When I return to UNC next month, I will be entering my final year of course work. I will spend fall semester writing applications for grants to fund my dissertation research. I will spend spring semester preparing for and taking my comprehensive exams.
Once I’m done with all that, I will be admitted to candidacy or what they call ABD. Stands for All But Dissertation.
All of which reduces to this: I’m getting closer and closer to my goal of earning my Ph.D. by May 2021.
Right now, I am in Spain. This is the view from the balcony outside my bedroom. It really is pretty.
You may recall that I was stressing out about it a little because of money and waiting and stuff. (After giving birth to four children, you’d think I’d be better at waiting than I am.) Well, that source of stress is done and I am here — with other sources of stress.
I fully comprehend the ease and comfort that can come with having lots and lots of money to travel with … or, alternatively, getting somebody else to foot the bill.
For this trip, I flew into Madrid and took a 7 hour train ride from there to San Sebastian. Then I hopped on the Basque metro and got myself out here to Errenteria, where my Airbnb host is located.