people have been congratulating me on my recent strides toward authorship. and while this makes me giggle and blush, it also makes me feel a little twisted inside. that feeling under your ribs that stabs you when you take credit for someone else’s work.
if it weren’t for these people, i would have given up a long time ago. (or, if we are sticking to the baby chick analogy, i would have been crushed in a very Ozzy-esque frenzy by empty pockets, professors who say I’m too honest and the question “so what do you do for a living?” – not to mention the “ssshhhyea right” look that follows my answer.)
but how do you balance satisfaction over 6 months of hard work with the knowledge that you’re really just this tiny fluffy creature who Someone is paving the way for?