The title says it all. The hellish week will start next Monday, lasting for 13 days. I cannot wait to clear my books, out of sight, out of fright. I was surprised by the waves of inspiration in the beginning of the week. I wish it didn't die down.
3 papers next week, 3 of my favourites, 3 of my best. Ironically, I am flushed by spasm of horror, worrying that I would not perform well. I am afraid being hit cold by failure and thud of disappointment.
I am very grateful for the support and love given by friends and family, yes I do feel the rush of love. I look up to inspiring figures for motivation. When I look into the mirror, I am one step closer to the finishing line but walking backwards due to hesitation, arrogance, distress and fatigue. Is it worth it?
You and I both know the answer.
In the midst of a serious revival, I ought to toughen up, stop myself from drowning in misery and focus on what I can change.