In Part 1 of “Rethinking Academic Work,” I shared a practical approach I use to make sure my priorities are balanced. As academics, we tend to focus on everything else but ourselves and our well-being. Note to yourself: if you’re checking academic sources more than your mental and physical health, something’s not right. Continue reading “Rethinking Academic Work: Practical Approaches to Self-Care, Part 2”
When writing, I sometimes find myself frustrated with my ability, or lack thereof, to convey my ideas through words. There are days where my mind is married to language, and I can write productively for hours. The ideas flow through my fingers and I lose track of time. On other days, I feel like I’m wrestling with the Kraken. Continue reading “Writing Advice by Ursula K. Le Guin”
Last Friday I wrote a post about why self-care is important for making it through academia. I’m blown away by all the views and responses I received this week. People shared their experiences of seeking support within their graduate programs, many of them expressing a desire for self-care to be given more consideration in academic institutions. Continue reading “Rethinking Academic Work: Practical Approaches to Self-Care, Part 1”
In all the flurry and fury of graduate school, there is one lesson I wish I learned sooner: the importance of self-care. Continue reading “Burning the Candle at Both Ends: Why Self-Care is Important for Making It Through Academia”
In the six years I’ve been a graduate student, I have yet to regret my decision to become one. As someone who loves to research, write about theory and practice, and do fieldwork, I am in my element. But as academic institutions continue to push for more contract teaching positions at the expense of full-time, secure, tenure track jobs, I feel the push, perhaps more than ever, to explore career options outside of the academy.
Ever since I was a kid, I had a need to scribble my thoughts into being. To this day, my parents still come across my old notebooks, tucked in the corners of closets and the bottoms of drawers. Books filled with pen scratchings of personal entries and lines of poetry. I’d spend hours creating fictional characters, inspired by ones I read about in books. Characters that would come to life in the same way as Anne Shirley or Scout, and feel like they’re good friends. Continue reading “A Labour of Love”