I think it’s pretty safe to say, I’m working hard—harder than ever before. The problem is, I’ve cut out all the fun; I simply don’t have time. Dishes? A thing of the past. Cooking? Surely, you jest. I’m living on a diet of hard work and microwave dinners.
I hate it, but this is about goals, and sometimes goals mean more than playing a little Skyrim (seriously waiting to finish my PhD before playing that game).
But all this self deprivation has made me think about things. I usually read books, but sometimes they swallow my mind. I can’t write my Super Hero Novel (though I almost entered a critique with it yesterday, but in the final seconds, I reeled myself back in, reminded myself that it would be selfish if I couldn’t spend the time on critiquing other peoples work as well—damn mature responses anyway). I can’t draw or paint because those both have the same level of mind consumption as writing a novel for me, and are therefore too draining of time and brainwaves.
I’m sort of at a point where I’ve eliminated everything but my dissertation. And that’s not healthy, no matter how you look at it.
So here’s my question to you: when you’re under the gun but you just need a break what do you do and how do you get back to work?
