tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post116356342791100884..comments2023-12-23T07:29:02.620-06:00Comments on Diary of a Self-Portrait: word dreaming.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10377814945121401007noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1163868067982327152006-11-18T10:41:00.000-06:002006-11-18T10:41:00.000-06:00Sometimes all we can do when we're on a creative p...Sometimes all we can do when we're on a creative plateau is trudge on through it. One step at a time. And nurture our hearts.<BR/><BR/>Take care, dear, Jessie, your thesis wil come when you're rested and ready!Elizabeth Kreckerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12122785972211597168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1163728741159148582006-11-16T19:59:00.000-06:002006-11-16T19:59:00.000-06:00i am so frustrated - all mywonderful thoughts come...i am so frustrated - all my<BR/>wonderful thoughts come at night -<BR/>when i wake up in a tired<BR/>dream half-dream state -<BR/>and i never write down my ideas -<BR/>and they haunt me the next day -<BR/><BR/>(sigh)sophiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11661402907743286458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1163654792001460052006-11-15T23:26:00.000-06:002006-11-15T23:26:00.000-06:00i'm a grad student in the sciences, and i can comp...i'm a grad student in the sciences, and i can completely relate to the broken feeling. you're definitely not alone. i feel fear as well, maybe due to lack of confidence. i'm hoping one day too to climb out of whatever is holding me back. guilt takes a hold of me too many times as well...anytime i spend on myself, i feel guilty for not being in the lab. i wish you luck on writing that thesis and leaving grad school behind you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1163647622985622222006-11-15T21:27:00.000-06:002006-11-15T21:27:00.000-06:00oh jessie, i wish i had something wise to say. i ...oh jessie, i wish i had something wise to say. i relate to you so much, though...i feel as if every ounce of creativity and spontaneity is being stomped out of me at this very moment...grad school is so trying, and i wish you weren't still experiencing its lingering effects. WE need to go on a writing retreat... ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1163615918889370512006-11-15T12:38:00.000-06:002006-11-15T12:38:00.000-06:00Don't beat yourself up. It'll be ok. The words wil...Don't beat yourself up. It'll be ok. The words will come. Just trust that they are there.Kristinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18266495150913013825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1163613760259038042006-11-15T12:02:00.000-06:002006-11-15T12:02:00.000-06:00Iknow when you drop the fbomb your day is pretty b...Iknow when you drop the fbomb your day is pretty bad.<BR/><BR/>You are so wonderful, sweet Jessie. I think that you are very dedicated and responsible and not blowing off your thesis. For whatever reason your body/brain just can't handle it right now. THAT IS OK. Read, rest, and tackle it when it doesn't seem so overwhelming. It will be a better thesis if you do and you will feel better at the end of the process.<BR/><BR/>HUGLoralee Choatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16055102094371755499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1163596382616774912006-11-15T07:13:00.000-06:002006-11-15T07:13:00.000-06:00oh, sweetie. first of all... (HUG)no, wait. just l...oh, sweetie. first of all... (HUG)<BR/><BR/>no, wait. just let me hold you until this part's over, okay? (HUUUUUG)<BR/><BR/>i know exactly where you are coming from, sweet girl. and if there's one thing i can say to you, it's that i think you need a rest. even if it's just for a day, even if you just took one. and it'll be good for you. there's something in your words - read, if you want to. take a walk if you want to. but do whatever you want. and don't worry about the pearls of words that you might be missing on - they will be there. but they can't be accessed if there's no YOU to access them.<BR/><BR/>i love you. now go do something just for you, okay? please?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com