It occurs to me, while drinking honey and lemon tea and waiting for my stomach to settle enough to go to bed, that I put a rather large amount of faith in academic study. Which strikes me as odd, because having undertaken a reasonable portion of it, I've never quite found that it's prepared me for anything other than more academic study. After all, while I did enjoy my MA, it didn't exactly prepare me for what I actually do for a living now in any substantial manner. In fact, all things considered, all having it really shows is that I can apply myself, for a sustained duration of time, with a rather single-minded focus. Which is a useful enough skill, but certainly isn't nearly enough to rely on alone to get me ahead. I know that various courses aren't the be all and end all of accomplishment but somehow it's taken this long for that thought to finally move from unconscious to concious acknowledgement. It hasn't quite sunk in yet but it will and that alone is certain to make a considerable difference moving forward.