It’s a bad week. Why? Because my head is empty and I am unmotivated and uncertain about academics once again. It can be difficult to separate “I can’t do it” from “I have no interest in doing it” and this week I’m feeling tinges of such things.
On the other hand, there is nothing in particular that I do want to do right now, career-wise, so it all turns out to be academic (as it were) since I can’t well sit here and post about how I’d like to do nothing for the rest of my life. At least not without being just a tad disingenuous.
What am I dreaming about? Things that you can’t do for a living, I suppose. Forests and trees and hills and lazy afternoons and generally feeling alive, as opposed to feeling buried in a book.