“Why are you getting your doctorate?”
“You’re nuts!”
“I’d never do that.”
I’m two years into the process of pursuing my doctorate and when I hear comments like these, they make me pause and consider:
- My dwindling bank account, rising tuition costs, and unsubsidized loans.
- The crippling fatigue I feel when the week is over. I’ve just worked 40+ hours, completed coursework in the evening, and tried to juggle relationships.
- The nakedness of my ring finger.
- My house that looks like a neglected child: dishes in the sink, piles of laundry, and a continually barren refrigerator. My bathroom looks like a crime scene.
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