Mandalas

I have rejected routines all my life. Perhaps because of a rebellious teen hood, it took me way too many years to get used to even the most benign routines, such as having a blissful breakfast every morning. The thing is, I was not exactly changing the world by not imitating the rules of my upbringing. I was only short-changing myself, especially by not enjoying a latte and croissant in the morning or the necessary coffee break in the afternoon…

What I find funny is that most of my hobbies have a heavy dose of routine in them. For example, I love completing the daily solitaire challenge. I also love filling up the World Cup sticker album every four years. I enjoy immensely exchanging stickers with friends and online, and filling and reviewing my list of missing and extra stickers.

As you can see, the pleasure of checking to-do lists is very close to my heart. This is not to say that I haven’t had more creative hobbies. One Christmas I made colorful necklaces for all my girlfriends. I think I may try that again soon, and this time with my daughter.

I also love coloring Mandalas, as you may have noticed. My beloved gave me a coloring book, way before coloring became such a frenzy. He just knew that I would be into it, and he was right. In addition, my job back then was quite stressful, so having a meditative outlet was crucial to my sanity. It still is.

As I think I have mentioned here before, it was coloring one evening that I decided to drop a dissertation topic that was clearly never going to get done. It came to me like an epiphany that unless I worked on something I was interested in or knew about, I would never finish my studies.

The next day I wrote to my advisor and set up a meeting. I was all excited, even considering writing a general book on primary commodities. My advisor gently brought me back to reality by noting that for a few years already, every December, I had come to him with a new big idea that unfortunately had yet to materialize. Smaller ideas would be more feasible, perhaps.

He also reminded me that I needed to follow the academic requirements of the dissertation. I could write a general book… any time… after graduation. I guess we will see about that.

Staycations

I love British TV. Initially it was the occasional pbs or bbc america show. “Coupled” is easily one of my all time favorites. “As time goes by” and even “keeping up appearances” accompanied me many Friday nights in the 2000s. Now that subscription TV has become ubiquitous, I found Acorn. I am addicted.

I am not sure what it is about British TV but I can’t get enough of it. It is cynical, funny, macabre, interesting and mostly witty. To make things more difficult, and immensely more enjoyable, Santa brought me a bigger TV.

So last winter I had the best staycations ever! I binged into so many comedies, mysteries and dramas that I felt I traveled away, not only to blissfully cynical England but to Australia and New Zealand too. So much fun!

Before that, I had realized that I needed to read much more to advance in my dissertation. So, in between shows and hanging out with my daughter, I decided to read at least one paper a day since January 1st. To my surprise I did it! Some days I even read more than one.

And this discipline continued when I got back to work. I then decided to extend it to work topics, reading minimum one of each per day. Of course some days I only read half of each, but I certainly made a big dent into the piles I had printed. And it was enjoyable!

But as with any topic in a dissertation, chances are you can always find another strand of literature or more recent papers and never have enough.

I then met with my advisor and, serendipitously, he said that the best advice his committee chair had given him at the time was… guess what: to stop reading and begin to write! You know how that went. It was a struggle to start and go on. But it has been getting done somehow.

I have given up many things to finish this academic work. But I certainly believe that you can’t give up everything, at least not for an extended period of time. Fad diets are the perfect example of that. And there are many others. I never gave up TV.

Many of my friends can live without TV. I just can’t… especially when it gets as good as “Black books, “Crownies”, “Rake”, “Ackley bridge”, Striking out” and “Love, lies and records”.

Identity

So…about my partial draft…it got good reviews!! The 100th years enchantment in the forest of the impostor syndrome has been officially broken. Hurrah!

I felt light and happy for a few days and then something hit me. Who am I without a PhD to finish? Painfully, I realized that being a struggling working student had become a very important part of my identity. I felt disoriented and tremendously sad.

After all, if my hurdles were over, writing about them was also over. And this blog has given me immense gratification. Yet, the sadness was so overwhelming that it couldn’t just be about my latest, even if wonderful, hobby.

To be honest, I was prepared for a depression after picking up the leftovers of my graduation party. I had even talked about my fantasies after D day here. That the sadness came so suddenly, and especially when I am still 3 long months away from having a complete first draft of the 5 chapters, was a big surprise.

I am still recovering, but after a big session of tears with a dear friend, I feel at peace. For the first time in my life I don’t feel the urge to go after the next big thing. I still fantasize about an MBA and other big projects, but I can finally see that none of them will ever bring me the complete satisfaction that I was perhaps expecting some day (D day of all days!).

High expectations may be the mother of all abstract suffering. I hope I will soon be ready to adjust mine to fully enjoy the many little and big things still to come.

Is it all about grit?

Yesterday was the last day of my interdisciplinary dissertation workshop. We exchanged hugs and best wishes and promised to keep in touch. I think we will. After all, we were there for each other in a critical point of our dissertation processes. Something like that is not easy to forget. 

For me, it was the moment in which I went from writing in numberless ways the introduction to my second paper, to developing the main ideas and braving the gods by calling it a partial draft. For others it has been realizing that they don’t need to develop all their outline headings into full chapters. A particular aspect may be fascinating but at some point it is crucial to let it go and focus on what can get done within a reasonable period of time.

A friend once told me that “the best thesis is a finished thesis”. It may be as simple as that, but it is still a titanic effort.

Sometimes I wonder what writing a PhD thesis is really about. Formally, the final document will be there for posterity to show that the student became an “expert” on something and was able to add something new, no matter how tiny, to the academic literature. That in itself is a monumental task.

Yet, I have a growing conviction that the process in itself aims to achieve much more than that. It is a test of strength, obstinacy and perseverance. It ultimately provides grit. That at least has been my experience and I have a feeling that it is not only because I work full time and have a family.

Not everybody goes through the same painstaking learning process, of course. For some, writing is relatively easy and confidence issues are not overbearing. For others, writing a dissertation is a matter of methodical application of the tools associated with their discipline.

For the rest of us, there is always grit.

I have a draft!

I finally managed to submit a draft (albeit very very partial) of my second paper!! There is still so much to do, of course, but this is definitely a BIG step!!

I am a bit surprised at myself. Instead of focusing on what my advisor may have to say about the draft later this week, and panicking, I am just enjoying a soothing sense of relief. I guess I am so tired, after working under duress last week, that my usual self-doubt voice is falling on deaf ears.

This is definitely unfamiliar territory for me. I should feel anxiety because the draft is slightly opinionated and I doubt anybody should care about my opinion. At the same time, I am just amazed I finally managed to do what many had urged me to do… countless times: put your ideas in paper!

I am honestly and almost excitedly looking forward to my advisor’s comments about the structure, substance and even gaps in the draft. It will be a long way from the many disconcerting meetings we have had before: him providing abstract guidance; me, a deer caught in bright headlights.

Now we have something concrete to talk about. We may disagree and he may not even like it, but I will no longer have to start from zero again!

Give life back to music! 

Multi-tasking is not all we were told it was. Apparently our brains are impaired by it. The thing is, I love music, all the time, and especially when glued to chair. I feel comfort and a sense of belonging. But it can certainly distract me, especially when I am trying to write.

Still, I refuse to give up the soothing companionship of a randomized list of favorites: rock, folk, old style salsa, Daft Punk and the necessary Latin hymns of Carlos Vives and the like. I also love classical music mixes…until the occasional opera aria creeps up on me. It always takes me out of anything I am doing, with chills. You see, it brings back memories of the neighbor that used to wake me up early every Sunday in my teens. Not pleasant.

Interestingly, last year I started with the motto of doing new things and doing things in a different way, you know, trying to not give constant signals of insanity. In spite of my youngster trauma I went to the opera for the first time. It was quite an experience. I finally understood the fascination many feel about it. The costumes and sets are amazing. There is humor and pain. I would do it again. But don’t ask me to also listen to it, please.

This year my motto is to be micro-ambitious. I think Tim Minchin is on to something there. He advocates passionate dedication to the pursuit of short-term goals. So here I am, putting my head down and working (not sure if I would say that with pride, as he suggests; obstinacy is perhaps more accurate) on whatever is in front on me. It has worked wonders, especially to keep up with my studies and, more importantly, my work obligations.

I don’t multitask. On the contrary, I try to make sure I have only one objective for the next couple of hours and move on to another task when I get stuck in any of the many possible ways, by now all too familiar to me. Going for coffee and writing this blog also help, especially to feel human again for a moment.

Right now, end of the day, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds are here with me. The album is “Let love in”. I am going to take it as a signal from the universe to begin the healing after so many battles against shame and guilt…Give life back to music!

Where do rainbows end?

It is insane to think about studying something else while going through this process. I am afraid I am more than a bit insane… Or I need to unsubscribe from open courses sites. One thing is for sure. Whatever I do in the future, it will never involve a thesis. At this point I remember taking exams, or even writing term papers, almost with pleasure. That is how much I am not enjoying this rite of passage.

I certainly know much more about my topic than when I started. I have printed all I could found about it. I have carefully read a respectable part of it. The trees sacrificed in the process didn’t gift their pulp in vain, I promise. Why is it still so hard to advance?

One of the difficulties I am facing right now is trying to put my own argument forward, while supporting most statements in the paper with citations. That is what I am supposed to be doing, right? If it was just about summarizing the literature and adding an empirical exercise, it would be a million times easier.

I got spoiled early on against monumental bibliographies. My mentor is a prolific writer, an experienced scholar and practitioner. In collaborating with him I was somehow covered by this wisdom. I could phrase my ideas on paper without a bibliographic filter. He would tell me right away when I was wrong, naïve or lost. We would then decide what literature was crucial to cite.

Independence is scary. To look at the bright side, it is a growth process. I know my future self will be thankful for having done this. But my present self feels like a child I know after few swimming classes. He sees other kids swimming without support and people assure him he can do it. Nonetheless, letting go and submerging in the water cannot possibly be more frightening for him.

Don’t get me wrong. I am progressing, slowly but steadily. I will have a draft even if I must go sleepless for days. I just wish I was enjoying even a slim bit of it. It is an interesting topic, at least to me. I have been curious about it for years.

What do I need to do to finally demystify it? How can I stop second guessing myself at every turn? Where do rainbows end?

In sickness and in health?

I thought the muses had left me. For a while I seemed to have lost the exhilarating energy that fuels this blog. Perhaps it was because last Friday I had the crazy idea of trying to use that energy to write few paragraphs for my dissertation. I think I insulted the muses by even considering their guidance while writing about international trade. I must say I wouldn’t blame them for leaving. The muses gave me a gift of personal intimacy to share here with you and there I went, misusing it to talk about the asymmetric effects of globalization…

I also got a cold. Spring has really played hard to catch this year and I inevitably fell under the weather. I should have paused to take care of myself, right? Liquids and rest… But there I sat, on the chair, captured by the guilt of what I saw as just another excuse to be unfaithful to my dissertation.

After all, this is what the task has become: to diligently work on it, proverbially in sickness and in health, ‘til the defense hopefully do us part.

Taking the sweet muses out of the equation for a moment, I think that I am so used to being self-conscious and hesitant when writing my dissertation that Friday’s unfamiliar energy was just too uncomfortable. Today, feeling a bit better courtesy of various cold and flu medicines, I went back to the text. My first instinct was simply to discard what I wrote Friday. But I didn’t. Instead, I continued writing around it, fleshing it out. I take it as a small victory against shame and self-loathing. I hope many more will come.

But what will my life look like after D-day? Will I finally take time to exercise, separate stress from eating, get back home earlier, read for pleasure, take vacations? I must tell you: The life I imagine is nothing short from achieving all my recurring New Year’s Eve resolutions, and all at once. Boy am I setting myself up for disappointment!! My quality of life will certainly improve, that is clear, but I will still be me. And I think I am fine with that.

Serendipity rocks!

A new week begins. I need to have a draft by Friday. Did I mention that, more than having the time, at this point I really must make the time? A nice email from the school administration kindly reminding me that I must graduate by August 31th really woke me up. No more snooze button, no more extensions. Even with the most diligent administrative follow up, there comes a time when your school just needs you to get out.

I am thankful for that. As I mentioned before, a deadline is a powerful instrument. I am writing this partly in the hope that by putting my thoughts in paper here I will be less hesitant to draft my paper. The crucial difference is that I cannot really be myself in the paper. Can I? It wouldn’t look professional if I add jokes, or short sentences expressing my frustration and eureka moments. Right?

As serendipity rocks, a friend recently recommended “Economical writing” by Deirdre McCloskey. The book is hilarious and full of tips, including: “Be Thou Clear; But for Lord’s Sake Have Fun”. To me that also means be yourself, even when writing academic papers.

The author also knows so much about our struggles:

“Sitting down to write can be a problem, for it is then that your subconscious, which is dismayed by the anxiety of filling up blank pieces of paper, suggests that it would be ever so much more fun to do the dishes or to go get the mail. Sneak up on it and surprise it with the ancient recipe for success in intellectual pursuits: locate chair; apply rear end to it; locate writing implement; use it”, p. 20.

After using writing implement, I have been using a navigation outline (I may be the last in hearing about this, so please forgive my naivete; I celebrate anything that helps). Using Headings (and the styles’ area in Word’s home tab) I wrote the skeleton narrative and elements I want to include in the paper. The navigation pane avoids the annoying scrolling down and disoriented search for the specific section I am working on. I can just click on it on the left side of the screen. It has really helped in reviewing the bits and pieces I have written along the way, and putting some of them to good use. The rest can be part of my research agenda!

Curious about dissertation workshops?

I didn’t do it on purpose. I just had more urgent stuff to get off my chest. But without the two workshops I have attended I wouldn’t be where I am: ready to write, about everything, apparently…

The first workshop I attended was last Spring. The discussions were fascinating and very useful, touching upon the same literature I needed to acquaint myself with.

On the matter at hand, I learned two facts:

Fact 1: Writing a dissertation is ideally about finding your research agenda, one you would take with you in your academic career. You don’t need to write everything about your topic to finish it! You can leave some for the future, ready for your postdoc, first job, first book. Or just for others to continue pursuing it if you are not going to academia.

Fact 2: The dissertation is a school assignment, a damn difficult one, for sure, but still a school assignment. They want you to finish it! They want you to submit something and get on with your life.

Aren’t these facts liberating? They are precious. They are the absolute key to freedom! You still have to write it, though…

The second workshop was also fascinating. Students from different disciplines exposed me to cool topics I would have never heard about otherwise. I also understood more about methods. Not everyone writes in «economical» terms or needs to test hypotheses. Very refreshing to say the least…

The most important part about both workshops, however, has been the people, the unlikely community I didn’t know I desperately needed: all on the same boat and willing to go part of the way together, guided by experienced professors. I am forever grateful for their generosity.

The writing process is a hard path. I am not going alone.