Heading home after an interesting week. I'm physically, emotionally and spiritually exhausted. As much as I didn't exactly want to announce to the world that I'll have to retake this test, you'd figure it out anyway when I don't finish at the same time as Dave in the fall. The silver lining (because we all need one when we feel like this) is that if I can get this test behind me in October or November, I can still graduate next spring, right alongside Dave!
For now, I need a little bit of time to heal. I've cried my tears, mostly to my mom who was the first to hear the news, and this situation doesn't need any more of my emotional energy. I'm going home today, and I'm going to finish unpacking the house, work on our garden, visit with Margaret and Paul in a couple of weeks, go to an exhibit in Des Moines with Rachel, practice the dusty oboe, and read a non-textbook book. Those are my goals for June. Then it's off to Italy and Slovenia for a couple of weeks...hey--maybe I'll go look at some manuscripts in Venice to really impress my committee next time. Or maybe not. Winnipeg after that (Jeremy's recital), then Indiana for the IDRS convention.
See you at home!
Thanks, Jen, for the Edison quote:
"Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up." --Thomas A. Edison