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So, lately, I have been suffering from irrational fears that I am not on track with language learning or with my studies to graduate in my hope-charged expectations. True, it seems like I am floating somewhat outside of normal space and time, because the schedule is of my own making, and I only have to live up to my own expectations. What I wasn’t expecting is the way my brain is starting to push me to accomplish, to finish, to achieve, and to complete, the tasks that I have set out to do.

“But I am not totally in charge of the PhD process!” I whine to my noggin.

“Hogwash,” my brain replies. “You are perfectly capable of getting off your rump and doing something that would help!”

Yeah. Sometimes, my brain is a real slave driver.