I’ve
been trying to get in a better frame of mind about my Ph.D. program.
Instead
of focusing on the negatives, I try to recognize how fortunate I am that I like
what I do each day for work, mostly.
The
other day after a day of six-and-a-half hours of one-on-one student meetings,
instead of dwelling on how tired I was, I thought about how enjoyable that was
that I could do that for my job and get paid for it.
When I
read books, too, I try not to look at the clock and figure out how many pages
I’m finishing per hour, but rather enjoy the book...
When I
did that the other day, the time and two chapters from a well-written academic
biography just flew by.
Several
days later, I was reading a short literary memoir from a Caribbean author for
my freshman writing class at several bars while I pregamed for a party later
that evening, and when I didn’t focus on how many pages I had read or were
left, the next thing I know, I finish the book.
Whenever
I work from home on weekdays, too, I read Biblical Hebrew for like 45 minutes to an
hour-and-a-half over breakfast, and like three weeks ago that got tedious – until I started
thinking, “Look at me, I can sleep in a bit, work in my pajamas, and make my
own schedule where I read Hebrew till I poop out over vocabulary, that’s
great.”
I need
to stop feeling so sorry for myself.
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