I always knew 2013 was going to be a challenging year. Even if everything went as planned I was still going to be working full time while trying to complete an EdD in Education Technology. But work and a dissertation, that was doable. Oh and of course there was the possibility of 22 furlough days as the government decided the best way to "save our future" was to demonize and penalize its current workforce. Hey it's an extra day a week to work on the dissertation, I'm sure there's a place to plug in the laptop under the bridge I'll be living under. However, back in January I really wasn't worried, denial seemed to be the word of the day. Ah, the government will get its act together, I'll get a dissertation proposal figured out, and that strange thing I feel in my breast, that's nothing.
Denial is no longer an option, but for much of this trip I have kept my journey somewhere between private and public. Today, while I feel tired and betrayed by my body I decide I am going to share this journey, sad, ugly, angry, funny, and victorious. I don't know if this will help anyone, I don't know if anyone will read this, maybe it's just for me, so that years from now I can look back and say "see, I did that." I know there are a lots of blogs out there, a lot of stories, many of individuals going through much more than myself with much greater grace and strength, but maybe this one will resonate with someone.
Today is actually June 25th, and while I've been on this journey since February and journaling the entire way, only now am I putting this out there in the public sphere. That is where I am in my journey today. Today I put this foot forward.
