I’m excited and I’m nervous. I’m nervous because I’m excited, and I’m excited because I’m nervous. You follow, right?
I *love* the concept of a capstone project — the freedom, the creative possibility, the writing, all of it. But it’s precisely that open-endedness that’s left me uncertain. I thought I had a pretty good idea, and then I wasn’t sure if it was too rigid. I added three more good ideas, and now I’m starting from square one, wondering what I should be pouring in four months of effort into. I want this to be something I’m proud of. What if I choose the wrong path, and don’t realize before it’s too late? Are my ideas too academic? Are they too ambitious? Not ambitious enough?
This is also, I must say, Classic Max. Hesitating and pondering, running it all in my head way beyond the necessary, healthy amount. So here we are. And I have to say, both of those feelings — nervousness and excitement — were heightened after Tuesday’s class, both because the other members of my group have such cool ideas and because it’s here right now.
Taking a step back, I know I’m ready to throw myself, my energy, my thought, my focus into this project. I feel fortunate that something in an academic setting could get me this excited, and that I’m passionate about writing, generally.
Which is to say: I’m ready. Let’s do this. I think?