Butterflies are fluttering in my stomach and in fact all around me right now. Annual PhD progress review starts in an hour and I am utterly jittery, despite being fully prepared paperwork-wise and yes, despite my tendency not to show an ounce of nervousness when you look at me from the outside. I look the picture of confidence to everyone, who all say “You’ll be fine!” as if I can do it by magic. Yet inside, I’m freaking out, lunging at the butterflies as they evade me effortlessly, and I’ve got the chills.


This is so my life right now.