The last six months have been a whirlwind (more on that later), and a lot of my time has been dedicated to my thesis research, presenting my thesis research, and beginning the writing or pre-writing phase. During this process, I have heard over and over again that my project is promising for a PhD, or that a certain university has its eyes on me and my project, or declarations of “when you do your PhD…” I have been asked to present in numerous classroom or public lecture settings. I have been asked to write a chapter based on my research for a book. I was asked to be part of a panel for a conference on Sacred Mountains.
From an outside perspective I have it all. I am succeeding in academia. I should be ecstatic and grasping at every opportunity that comes my way as a way to further my academic future and career.
But from an insider perspective? I am exhausted.
I don’t particularly like grad school. I think the research I am doing interests me (most of the time) and that I am going to have a good written thesis when it is done, but then I am done.
I’ve been going to counselling a lot recently. I completely burned out a few weekends ago. I spent four hours sobbing because I don’t have a dog. I went on anti-depressants. I’ve yelled at my girlfriend. I had a really bad panic attack on Friday.
I am overwhelmed. I am done being a student.
I expressed these thoughts to my counselor. I told her what everyone else wants me to do. So many people in my life right now are pushing me to do that PhD. If not immediately than within the next few years. I am being pushed to consider jobs in academia. I am told over and over again that I have a great project for a PhD.
That’s great. I know I could succeed in a PhD. I have no doubts about my ability to design and research an extension of my current project. I have no doubts that I would write and successfully defend a dissertation. But I do have doubts about my sanity. I would hate myself if I did a PhD right now. In doing that I would be putting everyone else’s wants before my own needs and my own wants.
“So what do you want?” This is the question my counselor asked me. At first I was tricky to answer what “I want”. It makes me feel selfish and I struggle with putting my wants over my shoulds. I don’t want a PhD but maybe I should do one.
So I started referring to myself in the third person. Because it’s much easier to know and express what Emerald wants. Emerald is someone else that I need to take care of. Emerald needs someone to speak up for her. I am both Emerald and the one making sure Emerald gets what she wants.
Yesterday I sat in a boring budget discussion as part of a conference. It had been a long day after a long night of delayed flights and no airport pick ups. I felt like I should have stayed and tired to power through the meeting even though my energy was low. I took a moment to ask what Emerald wanted. She wanted a hot chocolate, a small break, and food with more substance than the candy they were providing. I listened to Emerald. I got up and we went to a coffee shop around the corner from the hotel. We were happy.
I’ve been in a long phase of learning how to break from my student identity. How to be whole and happy without putting school first all the damn time. Emerald’s wants are just another step of that.
Here are some more of what Emerald wants:
- Emerald wants to move back to a big city.
- Emerald wants a place she can start making her home.
- Emerald wants a dog.
- Emerald wants to build a family.
- Emerald wants a more permanent full-time job.
- Emerald wants to dance again.
- Emerald wants to write again.
- Emerald wants to kickbox again.
- Emerald wants to save money.
- Emerald wants to get married.
- Emerald wants a job where she can be creative.
- Emerald wants to come back to this blog again.
- Emerald wants to continue finding ways to be happy.
-Red Hot