Five green plants later...

There is hope after all.
Piles of books on history and anthropology on my living-room table can attest to that.
There is a even sunlight making its way through my basement apartment window.
And the birds are coming out of hiding and of silence.
With the birds, my 62-page proposal emerged from God knows where.
Yes, the dissertation proposal that is going to determine whether my program will go forward, or take me back one year...
Absolutely. That's the very same one I am talking about.
So, it took me three months, but I finished it yesterday and now am waiting for the verdict from my supervisor. In three weeks, I will stand before a committee of examiners who will probably rip apart every single inch of my proposal, and attempt to demonstrate my lacks and flaws...

But there is hope after all.
I mean, back in January, I had NO IDEA how to come up with 50 pages. Now I have 62 pages of tedious writing, research, analysis, syntheses, and arguments.
That is chapter one of my dissertation.

Four more to go.