The Greek word for fear is phobia. Today an accepted decision of phobia is a strong, persistent fear of situations, objects, activities, or persons…
Yesterday I signed off on the manuscript of my thesis and today I have been followed by an evil thought that I have made a mistake. Nothing precis or definate – just an idea that I have missed something. A logical gap, a lethal flaw. It’s probably the fact that this project has been with me for too long and the last year has been incredibly intense, that now when it’s done I do not feel releived – I feel worried.
So I am playing catch-up with all my todo lists. Carrying out the more or less mechanical administrative tasks that are a part of life. But my brain will not let me relax. The problem is that I cannot define what it is I am afraid of. If I could then I would prepare…
So it’s the fear of the unknown – which is Xenophobia… Not a good thing to become xenophobic. Maybe its the fear of graduating… Thats it!! It’s because I am about to break Newton’s Third Law of Graduation!
