And... we're back.
Have you ever thought to yourself: I wish I could fast forward [insert time period]... life is going to be so much better.
What a crappy and lazy thought! I actually thought about what my life would be like in 3-4 years... hopefully done with my phd program, doing research for real, blah blah blah. I'd have a degree that comes with a funny looking robe and hat, a nice paying salary, etc... But, then I'd be 30! What's the rush? Sure, the lifestyle would probably be better, but the story is more fun than the end. I think that at times, we want to rush through life because the issues we face now seem so tough.
For me, it's tough to be told that I'm wrong. Recently, I submitted a research idea to my advisor, something that I was extremely excited about. He thought it wasn't good enough and/or that there wasn't enough application, implication or tension behind the story to make it a good research idea. And, now the idea is shelved and will probably be laid to rest. The disappointment stings. It's one of those times where I really wanted to destroy something, like this:
But I think there's a sense of liberation once the fear of being wrong is gone, or at least caring if you're right or wrong. I'm beginning to realize that 95% of my ideas, as far as accounting research, is garbage (not scientific. I'm still searching for that 5% of good ideas). But because I'm starting to release my desire to always be right or on point, I feel more inclined to offer up as many ideas as possible to see if anything sticks. Most won't, but that's okay. My holster runs deep and I've got a million bullets to fire.
