Today, I found myself thinking exactly those words, as I sighed and puffed my way through reading my thesis. Preparing for the viva is a very tricky process. "Just reread your thesis." "Thank you, genius," I wish you knew how difficult and ambiguous this is. Anyhow, while I was scrolling down what felt like an endless Word document, I received an email. ‘We regret to inform you that’ Son of the b*tch… What do you do when you face a rejection? Job rejection? Romantic rejection? I usually go somewhere far and cry my eyes out. Because at the end of the day, I am just a little girl. Today was no different, but I was trying to be brave. I packed my bag, left the library, and headed to my favourite coffee shop. The plan was to order an oat latte, finish it within minutes, and cry on the way home. Perfect. I approached the counter, said hi to the barista I see every day, and she asked how my day was. I said, "I just received a rejection for a postdoc I really wanted....
Everything starts with a dream.