During the first three years of my Ph.D. not a single day passed when I didn’t think: “Why am I doing this?” Since my dissertation prospectus defense at the end of August – and after leaving the depressing confines of North Hall – the process has been much less painful for me.
Today, though, as I sat down at my computer to transcribe interviews and work on my fifth grant proposal of the academic year, I hit a familiar wall. I just didn’t want to do it. Period. Even the tactic of timing myself in 25 minutes spurts and rewarding myself with Facebook glances wasn’t working.
So Jake tried a few new strategies.
- Bringing in bits of chocolate and leaving them on my desk in silence.
- Wearing flip-flops from my pedicure to make me laugh.
- Making a rum-and-coke at 3:00pm in the afternoon.