My life is packed, yet I am unflustered.
Which doesn’t make sense. Submission of my dissertation draft, as according to my countdown widget, is a pasty 8 days 16 hours 14 minutes and 5 seconds away right now. Yet, I’m feeling a sense of peace.
School kicked off with a 3 week intensive workshop conducted by, if Wikipedia is to be believed, a French political advisor and urban designer. But of course he doesn’t disclose his political affiliations, and thus this goes down into the annals of speculation. The class is made up of students from, at last count, 10 different countries, many working professionals, some government officials, all great people. But I digress.
I wouldn’t say that the workload from this workshop is light. It isn’t. But it isn’t particularly taxing either; yet when I gets home in the evening, sitting down in front of the computer to type out paragraphs of academic essays is not exactly something appealing to me. As always, I lose the motivation to work on it, in no small part due to the fact that I’ve already nailed the content in point form. As anyone who knows me, the cession of intellectual work and the beginning of industry bores me.
And at this moment, irony strikes. I should have taken the last 15 minutes to type my dissertation.
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