Introducing the dissertation depression series...
Data analysis day 1- Is it too early to cry?
Because I think that might make me feel better. In the first few hours of sitting down with this raw data (after much procrastination), I've already used three lifelines- my finance-minded husband, an intelligent member of my cohort, and a brilliantly respected committee member.
Still, nothing makes sense. I'm pretty sure I took all those research and stats classes that are supposed to be an aid in this process.
This new series probably should have started about a year and a half ago when this process began. I think I've been in a constant loop of most the stages of grief: the denial, bargaining, anger, and depression. Now I'm learning to accept it.
Baptism by fire my friends.