It is the last day of 2014 and after several weeks spent aggressively oversleeping, reading for fun, and telling myself I really should be writing, I think I am finally ready to face the new year.
The first term of Ph.D. school was exhausting, in part due to the graduate student strike that occurred just before finals. It was also challenging, rewarding, and a long list of other adjectives that I won’t recount now. I stumbled into a research niche that has a lot of potential for future writing if I can ever find the “free time” to actually pursue it, I submitted a paper proposal to NAVSA (fingers crossed), and I biked to school every day so that I at least spent a little bit of time using my muscles. I learned a new pedagogy and taught it successfully (for the first time EVER not a single one of my students failed the class. SO. WEIRD. And awesome).
2014 has been a wild ride. I was accepted into multiple doctoral programs, presented at a pop culture conference, sold a short story, moved cross-country with the SO and the cat, discovered that I sort of like sushi but also that I have a mild shellfish allergy, and started working on a new novel.
I’ve also realized that I need to up the ante on my organization and study skills. What worked in undergrad and even in my M.A. doesn’t work quite as well in Ph.D. school. I need to read more, and more efficiently. I also need to spend more time outdoors. I want to spend a good chunk of 2015 at the beach. Probably reading at the beach, but at the beach nonetheless.
And, now that I have a good idea what to expect from Ph.D. school and the quarter system, I want to manage my time in such a way that I spend 45 minutes to 1 hour every day writing creatively.
Lofty goals, I know. But isn’t that what the new year is for?