Archive for February, 2011

Journeys – for Julie

Pippin: I didn’t think it would end this way.

Gandalf: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

Pippin:  What?  Gandalf?  See what?

Gandalf: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

Pippin: Well, that isn’t so bad.

Gandalf: No, no it isn’t.


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Reverb11 – Persistent Questions

February Prompt:

One month into 2011, what question(s) are you living? Are there any prompts/questions that arose during #reverb10 that are still resonating in your life? Are you living new questions?

My temper has been really short the past few days.  It’s odd actually.  I sent off the lion’s share of my dissertation to my committee last week, I am very close to nailing down the date for my defense (which might just be April Fool’s Day) and yet I am feeling utterly unresolved.  I have little things nagging at me, a new LMS to learn that is driving me mad, and new online classes that started yesterday.

But really, these are small bumps.  I’ve got another job to apply for, and two that I am still waiting to hear back from (although the waiting causes some anxiety, especially since I know I am a really good match for one and I’m afraid the Ph.D. might not work in my advantage.)

I think most of this unsettled feeling comes from living in a new question: what next?  At the end of last year, when I started working on reverb10, I knew what was next.  I had a plan and even the moments during that time when I faltered, I knew pretty much what was coming.  Finish the dissertation.  Defend.  Get Ph.D.  Life long pursuit achieved.   Have big party.  Talk like cave woman.

Somewhere in the last few days a scary reality set in.  I have *no* idea what is next.  None-what-so-ever.  I’ve always been somewhat cavalier about the upcoming changes in my life – I’ve lived as an adjunct before and living as a Ph.D. student isn’t that much different, although a year long contract is a luxury not afforded to many adjuncts.  I know I’ll pull something together, the question is what does that something look like.

Part of me is ok with the uncertainty.

Part of me is screaming inside.

Like usual, I am suppressing the screaming part.  There is work to be done, papers to be read, and I hope I keep my distain out of the countless emails I send to my online students, answering the questions that I wrote the painstakingly detailed syllabus to answer.

I suppose I should remind myself of all the lessons I learned while I’ve been working on this blog:

Joy is the word for the year.
Happiness is shiny.
Forgiveness is good.
Health is important.
Emotional pathways can be troublesome.

As the saying goes, life is uncertain – eat dessert first.  Perhaps my dessert should come first, and should be the one thing I can always count on: the knowledge that I’ve persisted this far in this mad life that I love and that is the only certainty I need.

And as I want to wrap up there, I am taken back to another one of reverb10’s prompts – Letting Go.  I do have trouble letting go and as glad as I am to be moving on and out of school, I think part of me is struggling with letting go of being an official student in some way.  I read on a Ph.D. forum one time that there is a different reaction from people between when you are “working on” your Ph.D. and when you’ve finished it, especially if you’ve finished it and you haven’t gotten whatever dream job or ideal income it was magically supposed to grant you.  I think I might be a little bit afraid of that stigma, that somehow it’s so much easier and full of hope to be “working on” a doctorate rather than have finished it.

There is a part of me that fears being done.  Much like I got upset with my brother laughing because I am a “professional student,” I don’t want to face the questions that come when I’ve finished and I say, “Yeah I’m teaching part time.”  I know I will be fine with it, and so will the people in my life that truly love and care for me.  But still . . .

Recently, I found a great blog – The Thesis Whisperer.  It’s ironic because I found them so late in my process.  One post that spoke the most to me discussed how getting a Ph.D. is really about learning about yourself.  I couldn’t agree more.  I’ve learned so much about myself and I think this last lesson that I’m learning right here, and right now, is that I need to let go of other people’s expectations and ideas for my life and just live it.


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Weekly Photo Challenge :: Boundaries

What are your boundaries?

Mid-winter Sunshine

What boundaries stand in your way?

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50 Things that Make me Feel Normal

I am participating in a new writing group (or trying to at least since it seems they are more of an east coast group.)  It’s called Silent Writers and the call is to write for an hour a week silently.  It’s Tuesday nights at 9pm.  Usually, I’ve thought about something I want to write about or at least formed some words in my head.

But all my words right now bounce around my head to the theme of OMG APRIL IS EIGHT WEEKS AWAY!  See, I am scheduling my dissertation defense for the first week of April and I have a lot to do before then and it’s kinda freaking me out.

So then I saw a couple of posts on a theme: 50 things that make you feel normal.  Here is the original and the first one I read.  Both are from excellent blog writers and I enjoy reading their stuff very much.  In an effort to be more Zen and in the moment which is never easy for me, I am going to attempt to do this as unedited as possible.  So here goes:

1.  Eating an orange.
2.  Snuggling with Jasmine by my side.
3.  Breathing.
4.  Having dinner with Chris and catching up on our days.
5.  Feeling the warmth of the sun on my face knowing so many people are experience snowpocolype across the country.
6.  Missing snow days.
7.  Typing/writing my thoughts down free form.
8.  Writing for school.
9.  Prepping for class.
10.  Teaching when I feel crappy and remembering why I am doing this.
11.  Wool/cotton blend socks.
12.  Fleece slippers.
13.  Flannel pajama pants.
14.  Drinking water.
15.  Looking at pictures from NZ.
16.  Drawing.
17.  Painting.
18.  Laughing.
19.   Sighing.
20.  Sleeping on my back and snoring.
21.   The weight of my book-bag on my shoulder.
22.  My water bottle.
23.  Matilda’s meow.
24.  A hug from Chris.
25.  The hum from the heater.
26.  Watering plants.
27.  Singing.
28.  Buying daffodils at the grocery store.
29.  Pie.
30.  Wine.
31.  CHEESE.  (Wow, I can’t believe it took me this long to think of cheese!)
32.  Netflix.
33.  Talking to my mom.
34.  Texting Julie or Kathleen.
35.  Walking to class, especially in anticipation of great discussions of literature or lit theory.
36.  My red coat.
37.  Listening to the Glee soundtrack in the car and singing at the top of my lungs without a hint of shame.
38.  Tea.  (Home brewed from loose leaf only.)
39.  Coffee. (Preferably made by someone else and all fancy with cinnamon on top.)
40.  Chocolate cupcakes with white frosting.
41.  Oatmeal.
42.  Vacuuming.
43.  Washing laundry (but not folding or putting it away).
44.  Dancing.
45.  Yoga.
46.  Watching The Guild.
47.  Reading.
48.  Loving, physically and emotionally.
49.  Gaming and giggling with good friends.
50.  Knowing that with all I know I still have so much to learn.

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