I just had to wake up from a terrific dream and blog this. =) And yes,
it's common sense to all of you, and I _know_ I know this, but
sometimes it takes a lucid dream to, well, be lucid – to see clearly.

Life is what I make of it. Duh.

I've been dragging my feet the past weekend – the past week – oh, I
don't know, the past _month!_ – feeling insecure about my research,
feeling lost and out of place.

I've just realized how silly that was. Self-fulfilling prophecy. All
that jazz.

The university wouldn't have accepted me if they didn't believe I
could hack research, and the truth is, it really _is_ a lot of fun
having an excuse to read through lots of journals and play around with
interesting ideas. The more people I try to explain my research to
(“Well, I'm actually looking for the interesting people I should
talk”), the more I understand it, and the better I actually feel about
it.

Likewise, friends wouldn't hang out if they didn't consider me fun, so
I should stop asking them if I've kept them too late, etc. ;) Heck,
people would probably stay over for long conversations if they didn't
have work. What am I worried about? <laugh>

So – yay!

Thanks for putting up with the funk. =)