Is running a metaphor for science? Is science a metaphor for running? Maybe there is truth to be found from both angles. At any rate, it is the eleventh hour (metaphorically speaking) for the grant proposal that has been a year in the making and already rejected twice. I feel much the same way I do in the final miles of a half-marathon: damn, I’m so ready for this thing to be done. But the only way it will be done is if I finish strong. It doesn’t matter how I feel: all that matters is putting one foot in front of the other.
So for the next two days, nothing else matters other than reading, writing, revising, and re-revising this grant. Soon it will be out of my hands, and I’ll be able to rest easy knowing that I gave it my very best. That I stayed focused on the common goal. That I looked into the future and I wanted what it was offering me. That I remembered it’s not about me; it’s about the science. By doing my part, I am serving as a vehicle for bringing new knowledge into the world.
And you know what? That’s pretty cool. Who says science can’t be a spiritual experience?
I’m keeping the faith.
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