I type this at my new (old) desk with four piles of paper beckoning me, a strong cup of coffee to my left, a pile of post-it notes and drawing pins to my right, under the glare of my newly acquired green-shaded "banker's lamp" (an object I have lusted after for some time now); and for the first time, rather than being daunted at the mammoth task I have ahead of me (a thesis, my friends, a 12 month 40,000 word undertaking) I have come to terms with what lies ahead. I love my topic (more on that later); I have the support of some amazing people; I have a comfortable and idyllic environment to work in; I have space, I have quiet. I have room to breathe and move.
This is not to say that I am not scared; but the fear here is a necessary one. I think those hovering uncertainties will help to keep my head in the game, to focus on working towards the end goal, one small task at a time. Right now, at this minute, with those sturdy supports in place, there are no excuses. So this is me, poised. Highlighter (and coffee) at the ready. Come at me, towering piles of text. Let's do this.