I've sent off 93 applications, and I could end up with everything I want or no job at all. Here I enter the week when I'll be hoping places call me. I'll feel my cell phone vibrating, and excitedly open it, and see nothing, and realize that it was just sliding a little against the inside of my pants pocket as I shifted position. And that'll be the ninth time it's happened that day.
But getting a 'revise and resubmit' from Philosophical Review -- one of the two best journals in the business -- on the paper that's at the core of my dissertation makes me feel rock solid.
I don't know where the world is taking me, but I know I'm strong.