We went to the NC Museum of Art Park as a family Saturday. It was a really nice change of pace from our usual neighborhood trails & city parks. The park is full of giant art that looks like it belongs in a fantasy movie or video game.

In case you’re following along, this morning the impostor syndrome was so bad I could feel it in my chest, but after doing like my advisor & friend+methods expert suggested & going back to the literature I’m starting to put ideas together & feeling less impostorly.

Okay. Reorganized my work and my thinking and feeling better about my ability to be the kind of scholar I want to be. Phew.

New plans for this afternoon: Eat. Cry. Get back to work.

I feel like Charlie in Flowers for Algernon, knowing he used to be smart. I think, “Remember when I was a good scholar and knew how to do things? I could talk & write intelligently about theory and methods.” This feeling actually makes me cry. I can be that scholar again, right?

Every once in a while early Sesame Street drops in a random Carol Burnett segment and it brings me such joy. πŸ“Ί