This weird feeling...that I've lost track of time somehow. When anyone does a PhD seriously, somehow you move into this sort of cave, faced with long hours and heavy workload. The hours go by as you fight one fire after another.
Two years in, and the feeling of inadequacy is there as well. It feels like half time in a football match, but it also feels like the long hours were not enough, and results were not enough to get through this. Can't shake off the feeling that I have already lost the match, yet there is that deep desire to be a finisher.
Focus, focus, focus. This is just another kilometre in the marathon. I can do this. Keep running, keep trying and never give up. Deep breaths. Lift up the legs when you take a stride. Take things in your stride.
Okay. Feel better already. Back to literal fire fighting in the lab. If only these flames would behave. Never realised how stubborn these flames were.
Two years in, and the feeling of inadequacy is there as well. It feels like half time in a football match, but it also feels like the long hours were not enough, and results were not enough to get through this. Can't shake off the feeling that I have already lost the match, yet there is that deep desire to be a finisher.
Focus, focus, focus. This is just another kilometre in the marathon. I can do this. Keep running, keep trying and never give up. Deep breaths. Lift up the legs when you take a stride. Take things in your stride.
Okay. Feel better already. Back to literal fire fighting in the lab. If only these flames would behave. Never realised how stubborn these flames were.
