I still lived, but without being able to see three paces in front of me.
It’s been a long time since I posted. It’s about the same amount of time since I worked on my thesis. Major life upheaval has a way of scotching the capacity for thought. Although you could claim that the whole concept of ‘life upheaval’ happening at a critical PhD point means it’s about distraction, fear of ’success’, fear of completion.
So I’m coming back to work slow. Blogging and thesis. ‘Normal life.’ Trying out a new work program: work at uni, at a desk, and work at home in bed with a laptop. And I’ve got two abstracts due in the next week, so to start the ball rolling, I might muse a little about the subject matter of both here. Just to get me in the mood.