A few weeks ago, one of my dissertation students (I edit dissertations) told me about the difficulties that made her push her dissertation to the side and deal with life for a year before finalizing her graduation. At the time, I commiserated. I was going through a rough patch myself, so she shared some Mongolian wisdom with me (she’s from Mongolia, if my seeming non sequitur threw you off). She said, “In Mongolia, we say that bad things happen to clear the way for good things to come.” Or something along those lines. My mental quoting is not as accurate as I would like it to be. I am waiting for my good things to come. March was a mess of a month and the first week of April has gone downhill at an alarming rate. My stress levels are insanely high at the moment and it’s all I can do to stop myself from crashing on my bed and refusing to get up for a week.
marginalia and such 