It’s been cold and snowing around here of late. With the start of the semester being delayed due to weather, I’ve had a bumbling few days that could best be described as “not-getting-a-damn-thing-done” kind of days. I have a ton of research writing on my plate, yet I’ve found myself stalled out this week. It feels hard to jump into my work when the university is closed and my writing buddy and I are snowed out from our regular meet-up. But, that’s about to change. It needs to change.
As I’ve bumbled about this week, I’ve been contemplating my relationship to my work. I’ve been considering the ways in which I get stressed–very stressed–thinking about all the papers I need to write, the manuscripts that need to be revised, the statistical analyses that need to be run, the pre-tenure documents that need to be prepared for late February, the grant application that is due in early March…I realize how much I lose sight of where I am in my life. I forget, so easily, that I have the exact job that I want. The exact job that I went back to school for eons ago. The exact job that affords me the variety and autonomy I want and need. The exact job that allows me to impact people’s lives and make a contribution. And I don’t want to overlook this point. If I have to work (and I do have to work), and if I can’t have my fantasy job as a travel food critic and photographer, then I want the very job I have. And that is amazing. How lucky am I to actually have the job I want? So, I’m gonna try to quit my bitchin’, as they say. I’m going to refocus my attention on the appreciation I have for my job, and aim to approach each writing task with a more joyful heart and grateful spirit.
In addition to this shift in perspective, my bumbling and the weather had another upside. It allowed me to find some inspiration and take some photographs! The top photo of snow on the window reminds me of dandelions, with the blown petals of a wish. The next two, well let’s just say we’ve enjoyed some happy breakfasts with homemade buttermilk biscuits.