News: What messes with your head
Dear Diary...
Last night, watching someone's 'reading my old diary entries' video prompted me to do the same. I got out my old journals, and wanted to find some resemblance with my old self. In the pages, I discovered dream anecdotes, meditations on my current reads, brief allusions to the stress of an essay, and of course, declarations of being in love. Sure, there was something naive about it—as if I was aware that I would look back on these one days, I seemed determined to narrativise my days and feelings—but there were some sentiments that I felt truly thrived from being written down.
On volunteering
We’re nearly right bang in the middle of winter now and boy is it getting chilly! One of the things I love about winter though is that the cold seems to propel me gently into a sort of quiet – nearly a hibernation. (Note: If only it were possible to hibernate when you’re nearing the end of your HDR candidature!) This is my quiet season and I do enjoy it.
Keep going
Okay, so for the past eight weeks now, I’ve relentlessly worked on my doctoral thesis. For the most part, I have kept my commitment to myself to write every day – some weekends, I’ve taken a day off. There are days that the writing feels good, not easy, but I feel driven and purposeful. Then there are days that are just completely hard. Putting a couple of sentences feels brutal and almost torturous. And to think this is self-inflicted – I applied to be a Ph.D. student.
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