To catch you up to speed, there was a definitive moment that I realized that I had to pursue a PhD. I am going to tell you a shorty story about “the moment.”
My journey through my master’s thesis was “character building” to say the least. It was nearly two years of researching/ writing coupled with major doses of kindness, patience, determination and perseverance. That’s right. It was not easy! Though I am extremely grateful to my committee and proud of the final product, the experience was enough to deter most from the pursuit of a PhD.
Fortunately, I am not most people.
As soon as I found out (via e-mail) my final draft of my thesis was approved (signed with the correct pens, printed to the exact specifications, etc.), I was ecstatic!
It was official–I was going to be graduating…in two weeks! I was so excited, I did what most people might do–I hugged my husband! We cheered!
But unlike most people and without hesitation, I sang (in my best Adam Sandler voice, of course):
“A Master’s for you…A Master’s for ME! Now I want to get my PhD!”
My husband smiled. And that was the moment (August 2012) my adventure towards a PhD began.Photo: Courtesy of Mom