I've gotta stop bragging prematurely or giving out advice like I know what in the hell I'm talking about. Remember that whole clutter jag I was rambling on and on and on about? Why didn't anyone tell me to shove that swifter duster into my mouth (or at least jam my keyboard with it)? My enthusiasm dwindled. My attention had to be diverted to another pressing project called doing my masters thesis.
Years ago I thought I had a hint of an idea worth exploring. And I did. A little bit. And then it got put on hold. But see I was just waiting for THE time to pull out my folder o' research and delve knee deep into it again. Years later and months into my masters I'm clavicle deep and there is no end in sight. See, now I've let others onto the idea and it has taken a life of its own. As one of my classmates put it ever so eloquently, "I've swallowed an elephant."
So while I would rather be dusting, boxing up books that no longer reflect who I want to become and tossing out things that literally are bogging me down, I'm instead re-reading titillating titles like, "Qualitative Research Methods for the Social Sciences." I seriously thought I would never ever have to use these books again. Oh, how wrong I was. And, lesson learned (again), never say never. I also said I would never follow some guy because I had my own career (then I fell ass over teakettle for someone). I said I would never move back east (where I am now a proud resident.) Any other lessons there Universe? No, you think I have my hands full? I wouldn't know because I can't see my hands as they're beneath my clavicle.
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