When a Masters program is four years long, at the beginning it feels eternal. This is my life, this is what I do. I go to school and that is that. There are blessings to that closed horizon. If you are supposed to live in the moment, you are living in a four-year moment that feels protected somehow. School is life simplified.
Last week I started my thesis and if I have been in Plato's cave, its been a full of fuzzy shadows. I have a strong set of archetypes that I associate with school and my school has not always lived up to the archetypes. However, thesis is another time for fulfilling another dream.
I can feel myself trying to live out this ideal of the student focused on one pursuit. Someone who walks into walls as she thinks. So far it is going well. I am a little behind the imposed schedule, but not worried about it. I am clearing the decks. Today I need to write a paper on Islam to clear more space in my brain. The paper finishes the only other class I am taking -- then i can really concentrate.