Read a Thesis

     I didn't get my Masters.  I hope to someday.  I remember television shows and peers talking about them.  I romanticize the process of the writing.  I do.  Sometimes more so than seeing the Grand Canyon or the sweet ending of a Disney princess film.  Maybe there is some deep and psychological reason.  Maybe it is my own feeling of sadness and disappointment that I never had the opportunity to create one myself.  This second year of pushing myself means I will have to go deeper in the layers and be more vulnerable than ever.  Today I picked up a thesis paper of 52 pages and read it from cover to cover.  It has been sitting there scaring me for months.  I don't know why.  But fear is like that isn't it?  Irrational, ridiculous and limiting.  This process is supposed to break that apart and make the opposite come out shining...courage, honesty and strength.  I enjoyed reading it.  It was so much more than the words on the page.  I appreciate the work that it must've taken.  I marvel at the creation that it is.  I love that it gave me something new to think about.  I find that this process was quite the gift in that aspect.  So thank you, first thesis for guiding me gently into a new world... whoever it's "creator" might be...