Today I emailed my application for my PhD program at McGill in Montreal.
To say that I am shitting my pants would be an understatment.
It isn't the work. The work is the easy part. I am MADE for that world. Obscure facts? Fancy Language and vocabulary? Arguing arcane points that no one else living would be concerned about? OH YEAH! WOO HOO! Bring it on!
So after I emailed it, I had a vague dizzy spell and minor panic attack, then went out and had Two drinks after work....then felt fat. Then tried to pick a fight with my husband about whether or not I had gained weight. So I handled it all beautifully. My therapist would be so proud.
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Congratulations! I hope you make it!
And hell, I can pick a fight with my husband about my weight even when I haven't just taken a big, brave, scary risk, so it sounds to me like you really did handle it beautifully.
Cheers!
Goooood luck.
And only 2 drinks and 1 do-I-look-fat fight? Pat yourself on the back.
You are worthy! You are worthy!
And so not fat.
Awesome! Best wishes!
I agree - picking a fight about looking fat? Any husband worth his salt could handle that with both hands tied behind his back while gagged with duct tape. You did great.
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