Gosh, it's that time again. I feel like when I sit down to write these posts I am either 1) deeply depressed and distressed, or 2) extremely happy and proud. Luckily, this post relates to the latter.
Those of you who follow me on social media would have seen me post pictures of myself in a bright red and turquoise gown with a big red bonnet on my head: at the end of April the degree of PhD was conferred on me. Now for those of you who aren't into academics this might not be a big thing, but for me it was The Biggest thing. If I may be so cheesy: it feels like everything I've ever done (at least academically) has led to this point. It was the proudest day of my life and I am enjoying all the privileges associated with this honour. Those of you who have studied will know that things like this tend to hang over your head like a dark, depressing cloud until the day you finish it. Never has this been more true than with this damn PhD: I've been busy with it for six years (it's a long story, literally) so it has become a big, big part of my life. When I finished the PhD everyone kept waiting for the post-PhD depression to settle in. It did hit me, but in a way that I didn't expect (I won't go into details here otherwise this post will never end). I'm currently just thrilled to be DONE. And I mean that in the most literal sense. I have been going to school or studying since I've been six years old: the only break I've ever really had was between my Masters degree and my PhD somewhere in 2010/2011 when I wasn't studying for six months. So now that the PhD is completed, I have finally stopped studying. No more degrees for me. I will, however, be doing all the Yuppiechef cooking courses now that I have all this free time...
Until next time!
P.S. Thank you for all the well wishes and the messages of support, you mean the world to me! x