Today I spent 3 hours working on the phrasing of one question. Writing and rewriting. re-phrasing.
and again. write. rewrite.
The question is the first step to the thesis research project. What am I studying? More broadly, what am I doing here?
I understand why this is a regularly heard phrase in the graduate student lounge.
It is interesting to put a mover on a slow path. At times I feel like Brer Fox hitting the tar baby. Do you know what I mean?
By the end of the semester will I be covered in tar, startled and dumbfounded by my own stupidity and the pickle I have put my self in? Or am I in fact, Brer Rabbit who will look back on this struggle, even if my own struggle, with humor as I skip down with gregarious laughter.
Ironically this person who hates change has just learned that she is now in a self imposed process of continuous change.
I will end right here with this here quote:
"A research problem is motivated not be palpable unhappiness, but by incomplete knowledge or flawed understanding. You solve it not by changing the world but by understanding it better."