Facebook reminded me.
And this is outing so N/C.
11 year ago I was in an abusive marriage. With a man who told me I was thick and stupid and would never get a degree.
We split.
I applied to university on tea encouragement of a then boyfriend and a wonderful course director who is now a friend took a chance on me. I was 40. Graduated at 43. So fuck you ex.
I got my degree.
I worked for a bit but always wanted to do a PhD in an area I had been really interested in when I was doing my degree.
A year ago today I heard I had been accepted and I’m doing a PhD.
You can do anything. Nothing is impossible. People like me don’t do PhDs. Except. They do.
(But today, this week, I want to throw the bloody thing out the window because I have writers block and it’s a bastard and it smells of poo)
I will get my PhD and it’s ended up being so much more than I ever thought. I only ever wanted my degree to piss off my ex but it became a journey (puke I sound so gack when I say that) and I discovered new friends and a whole different world view.
I still can’t beleive it. Me. A PhD. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I am knee deep in it and at times I want to buck it out the window but today Facebook reminded me of how good it was too.
Absolutely no point to this post 😁. As you were.