An old family cat requires as much attention as a young child. Special food, companionship when it is time for an afternoon nap, and reassurance that you haven’t left for good when you have simply left the room.
A heated bed in my office for a old kitty’s comfort.
Hypersensitivity: The littlest things can bring such joy or can bring you to your knees. I have been told it gets easier. Yesterday the profound realization hit me, sometimes the kid never comes back. I imagine for some families it never gets easier for them – just less sensitive.
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My son has left on his long awaited mission. It is natural that I miss his company, his smile, and his laughter. However, what I really miss is him finding all the stuff I misplace. I really miss saying goodnight to him. I really miss hearing him talk to his sister long after my husband and I turn in for the night. I really miss waking him up in the morning after he has chosen to ignore his alarm clock. And I really miss his hugs that he still gives despite being grown.
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Give yourself permission to celebrate when it is done, even if the celebration is a simple as getting caught up on rest.
Oh yeah – I passed with distinction!!!!
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As much as I dearly love my 97 page thesis, it has become quite tiresome to read it again, and again, and again.
However, on a positive note, the fibro fog with which I so often struggle makes each reading interesting because I quite frequently feel surprised at what I have written.
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Determining what is a secondary and what is a primary source becomes quite difficult when the secondary source expresses an opinion or observation of the period from which it is written. The source may be secondary in nature, but the opinion becomes primary.
Separating the sources in to primary versus secondary for my bibliography is becoming a huge task! The majority of my secondary sources are actually being used as primary sources.
Again, I am seeing the value of researching a dead dude or a battle – so much less confusion!
I did not make this thesis thing easy – but it has been enlightening.
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When writing a conclusion – conclude, stop, halt, finish, walk away… let it rest.
…oh, and ignore the voice in your head that is telling you to write more or that what you have written is garbage.
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You are not finished until the conclusion is written and the conclusion may just be the hardest thing to write.
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I have reached a point when my thesis and the events of the day have brought me to a strange observation. Those of us born before 1980 seem to be suffering from Post-traumatic Cold War Disorder.
Traumatized by the endless Cold War propaganda and rhetoric of our youth, we can no longer view the world through any lens other than a Cold War lens. Even the slightest hint of turbulence or discord between the USA and Russia sends us hunting for our bomb shelters or our protest signs. We see the world as us or them and begin to verbally attack anyone who does not sound like us as we split the world in two. We even view neutrality as an enemy.
Sadly, this disorder makes us paranoid that the actions of the other side are indicative of their determination to eradicate us from the earth rather than simply a manifestation of their desire to protect their own self-interests. In our race to divide the world, we neglect to see how the other side is acting just as we act. We see only differences and never similarities.
I love studying the Cold War, but I would like to see it remain in the realm of history rather than reignited by those throughout the world with questionable motives. I would love for the Post-traumatic Cold War Disorder to be a thing of fiction and not of reality.
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The only thing worse than your kids finding out you have a chocolate stash… is them finding that chocolate stash!
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Pithy Ponderings 