I write as I am sitting between classes on my marathon day of Grad School. I probably have some reading, some project, some something I should be doing to be a "good student." But I need this hour to not completely fry my brain today.
I took on another job this week with Oceans Beyond Piracy, and organization I am beyond excited to be involved with. I am still involved with Dr. Chenoweth's research, and taking a full-time load of classes. And I recently had the privilege of becoming involved with Combat Apathy... but expect a full post on the awesomeness that is that in the near future.
And I am doing all I can to be supportive of Andy's bike shop endeavor, Golden's Newest hot spot, Rise Above Cycles.
Oh yea, and I'm trying to race my bike.
With all this going on, I have moments of thinking I'm biting off more than I can chew. I have fears that I am not going to be a good student, researcher, employee, racer, partner, lover, friend. I fear that my wide-eyed excitement of realizing that my experiences have positive and exciting implications for my professional future will lead me to isolation.
Especially around the new year, there is a lot of talk about balance. About finding in in one's professional and personal endeavors, about shedding the negative, and "detoxifying" life choices. The image most often associated with this is a quiet beach, or a flower, or a loan bird.
However, I prefer to think of is more like this:
I took on another job this week with Oceans Beyond Piracy, and organization I am beyond excited to be involved with. I am still involved with Dr. Chenoweth's research, and taking a full-time load of classes. And I recently had the privilege of becoming involved with Combat Apathy... but expect a full post on the awesomeness that is that in the near future.
And I am doing all I can to be supportive of Andy's bike shop endeavor, Golden's Newest hot spot, Rise Above Cycles.
Oh yea, and I'm trying to race my bike.
With all this going on, I have moments of thinking I'm biting off more than I can chew. I have fears that I am not going to be a good student, researcher, employee, racer, partner, lover, friend. I fear that my wide-eyed excitement of realizing that my experiences have positive and exciting implications for my professional future will lead me to isolation.
Especially around the new year, there is a lot of talk about balance. About finding in in one's professional and personal endeavors, about shedding the negative, and "detoxifying" life choices. The image most often associated with this is a quiet beach, or a flower, or a loan bird.
However, I prefer to think of is more like this:
I know I have taken on a lot. But I also know that I have the strength to remain balanced. For once I feel supported and confidant that going forward my decisions are wise.
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