Doctorate

One of my professors recommended I start a doctorate program after my masters. His belief in me and my talent were surprising but exhilarating. I wish I had as much faith in myself as he does in me. I can't say the thought has not crossed my mind. Could I survive in academia? I don't know.

Life requires so many consecutive choices. But I guess, why not? What else am I going to do? I can study what I want, have the flexibility I want, and be called doctor Celia. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me. On the downside, the work may bring on the worse four years of migraines I'll ever experience.

I still have time to decide.