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En: mielott es miutan elkezdtem dolgozni a diplomamunkamon – apro levelek

Dear Family,

I know that before I started writing my thesis, there were many more dinners with home-cooked meals on the table. I know I could have spent more time with you and showed much more patience toward those fleeting moments that I dismissed as not fully utilized. I promise that once I get through all of this, I will be the old mom again—one who values even the “wasted” moments, the slow meals, the few minutes of videos, and all the other things that currently seem pointless and require a serious effort from me to make space for.

Dear Daysonpaper diary,

I know that before I started writing my thesis, I spent time with you several times a week. Sometimes I even flipped through your pages multiple times a day, reliving our experiences or enriching your pages with new ones. I’m sorry that now I consider this a waste of time and that I can only fill your inspiring, snow-white pages in the ten minutes before work. I’m sorry, but this is the time I can dedicate to you now. I promise that once I get through this, you will again be full of colors, memories, feelings, and thoughts—everything that preoccupies me. But at this moment, all I can focus on is submitting my thesis and final study to the department before Christmas, so that this holiday is no longer about university but entirely about my family.

Dear Christmas,

This year, you won’t find me with notes under the tree (:
I know that before I started writing my thesis, you often found me in turmoil because of exam season. But I promise this year I won’t think about my remaining exams with stress and pressure, not knowing when I’ll have to prepare for them. Do you know why? Because I won’t have any more exams! Well, a few, but not the usual ones. Just a small final exam, a state exam, and my thesis defense. But that’s the light at the end of the tunnel, and honestly, I don’t find it scary. I will learn the questions from start to finish, so whatever they ask, I will know it. I love my thesis topic, and no matter how demanding writing it is, I enjoy writing about what matters to me. Defending it will be a piece of cake: I just have to talk about what I’ve already written about, right? The oral exam? Well, that might be a tougher nut to crack, but come on… I can be a little hopeful at Christmas, can’t I? Please, let me be…

Dear OTP Ingatlanpont,

I can’t thank you enough for providing me with a job I can do even while fully occupied with other things on other days of the week. I know the thesis rush hasn’t affected you because whenever we meet, you only see my professional side—the mascaraed lashes, high heels, and careful attention to clients. I promise it will stay that way even after I get through this. You won’t even notice that I’m closing another chapter in my life after graduation, maybe just that my smile is sometimes more sincere. I’m sorry that after I finish school, I’ll have to say goodbye to you, but that’s life. Believe me, I will find someone to take my place who will love the job as much as I have.

Dear books,

I know that before I started writing my thesis, I spent a lot of time with you. I gently stroked your pages, flipped through your chapters between my fingers, breathing in your scent. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but I always made sure to read you. I promise that after I get through this, it won’t take me ages to finish reading one of you. I know you understand that now I’m working on something similar to you, and I want to do it well. To fill my own book with valuable thoughts, I have to focus on what I want to write.

Dear supervisor,

I know that before I started writing my thesis, we didn’t even know each other. Yet from the very first emails and phone calls, you were so willing and helpful that without you, I wouldn’t be able to throw myself into this work with such enthusiasm. I do have one fear though: what if the first draft I send is evaluated differently than I expect? Please, don’t be too strict, and don’t make me rewrite everything or follow a completely different direction than I want. I promise that once I get through this, I will look back on you with a grateful heart for helping me through this stressful time.

Dear thesis,

You know, before I started writing you, I never thought we’d get along so well. I often feel grateful to you for inspiring thoughts in me that I never thought would find their place in my mind. You should know that I have never seen you as an enemy or a hindrance in my life. When I enrolled at university, I was aware that if I did everything right, we would meet. And here you are! It seems that sometimes I forget that you are a reward after all the hard work of the past years, a kind of last big project. And as such, I want to finish you well. Something I can proudly submit under my name and talk about confidently in front of the committee. Don’t think you will be important to everyone, but you are to me. Children struggling with cerebral palsy are truly unique miracles of society, with a willpower and determination that only they can combine with humility. I respect their work deeply and believe that you will help highlight the shortcomings that stand in the way of their success in our little country.

Welcome to our little virtual corner! I’m a single mother raising my wonderful son, Ruben, who has grown into a remarkable teenager. For years, I was the sole breadwinner as a Krav Maga instructor, balancing the challenges of parenthood and work on my own. When Ruben started kindergarten, I embarked on a new journey by studying healthcare management at Semmelweis University, specializing in health tourism management. After graduating, I began working in my field and experienced firsthand the tragic impact of the COVID-19 pandemic while serving as a healthcare manager in a state hospital. As the pandemic subsided, I transitioned into private healthcare, where I currently work as a practice manager. Meanwhile, our family moved from a small town to Vác, a charming historic Danube riverside city near Budapest. Here, we embrace the everyday moments and joys of life together. If you want to hear more stories about us, you’re warmly invited to visit the original Daysonpaper blog at S&Ru’s Diary on daysonpaper.blog.hu. So I decided to try living for a year on an international stage and see if there are other mothers in similar shoes for whom this diary could be a support on the harder days—just as it has been a support for me when I was able to look beyond the difficulties and sincerely believe in my own strength. Thank you for stopping by!

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