It has to be! I don’t want to jinx it, but it really feels like most of my excuses are no longer valid. And I have had many excuses over the years, believe me. A recent one was that the reason I was stuck was that I was writing in English. Well, 15 years in the US, how valid can that be? I mean, I work in English, I speak English at home, I even dream in English. So that is that.

Still, I convinced myself and others that I needed to do that. It should have been obvious that writing in Spanish was a waste of time. For one, I had to translate it to English along the way, to make sure I had something to send my advisor, who doesn’t speak Spanish…

To be honest, I was really stuck and confused about what I was doing, so taking a break from English for few days was refreshing. I could to express my ideas clearly and it felt good to use something I was fairly good at doing (writing in Spanish).

The risk with excuses is that you may find out that they hide something bigger. I mean, what if writing in Spanish was still a struggle? What you don’t use tends to get rusty. That is a fact of life. Well, after so many years, my Spanish was very pompous, full of extra words and expressions that, as you can imagine, do not work well when translated to English. English is straight forward. Full stop.

What I learned in the process is that it was an excuse, and a bad one, as most of them are. It was self-doubt cornering me. After a year working hard I thought I should know what I wanted to say… There comes shame again, my dear friend.

Writing is a roller coaster. Last week I was in despair. This week I am happy, but I cannot help but wonder if this blog is just another excuse to avoid writing…

I have been registered for my PhD for way too many years. I defended my proposal almost a decade ago. My mentor suggested we write a paper together and thanks to that, I got the first paper done and published and thought the other two would be as “easy” as the first one. 

Papers are never easy, of course, but doing it jointly really takes the haunting soul-searching out of the way. In case you are wondering, my discipline is economics so, instead of doing a long project with many chapters, you can choose to do three “publishable” papers.

There I was, happily oblivious to what life had in stock for me: A beautiful baby girl and many exciting adventures at work. So, to make a long story short, I only kept the dissertation in my mind as big guilt cloud, hovering over everything else, but I didn’t write a line for years. 

I kept making sure that I would be able to finish eventually, requesting as many leaves of absence as they allowed me and paying for maintaining status every term. So, the dark cloud was not only psychological but administrative and financial.

I also kept talking about it, so the shame of not working on it was also public! I think this was a double edge sword. People encouraged me to continue and gave me lots of tips, which was great, of course. The problem was that over the years, by failing again and again after receiving great advice, I began to feel so insecure that I thought I was never going to be able to do it, even if I had the time.

And since last year… I have the time… 

Oh, the tortuous psychology of writing! In English… not my mother tongue! By myself and doubting I would ever be able to write anything at the same level as the first joint paper! and so on and so forth. After all, I am writing this blog to share what I have learned in the process. 

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