I have no idea who’s reading right now, but I figure this is a good enough record of this PhD experience in a car town. I signed up to the All But Dissertation (ABD) survival guide, and have finally taken the time to read the monthly newsletter because no more messing around, I really need to. This month’s is about focusing on what is important and cutting out the rest. A few lessons I’ve learned this week:
- Take matters into your own hands when nothing is happening. After waiting around for responses to my emails, I recruited my final committee member myself. It ended up not being so bad, and now, in theory, I can get my comprehensive question soon and be done by December 11 (theoretical deadline).
- Leaves in a river. I have been meditating for years, but I was just taught a mindfulness technique, good for when you are short on time and energy and there are many frustrations (i.e. PhD land). Picture a river. Imagine your thought/feeling as a leaf, place it in the river, watch it float away and say “it’s just a feeling/thought. feelings/thoughts come, feelings/thoughts go.” And voila! You feel better. The only problem was that once I was so frustrated I imagined two people as salmon, and the river was Alaskan with grizzlies at the bottom….
- Sip water. Apparently flushes out cortisol.
- Exercise, flushes out cortisol. Joined the yoga club for once a week yoga, and I’ve been following a running training program. But now I’m sometimes needing to go running to burn off all this nervous energy that I have a lot of lately.
- Read PhD Comics as needed.
- Give in to urges as necessary. I have moved on from South Park as all knowing wisdom, and have been watching “The Day the Earth Stood Still”, “District 9″ (okay, dystopian I think more than apocalyptic), “9″ is tonight. My comps are coming. I want to watch movies about the end of the world and how hopeless humans are. Is there a connection? Dunno. Maybe because I study ’sustainability’.
- Evidence of hopeless humans: not only is KW entirely car dependent (only students, drug addicts and people with mental illness ride the bus), but it turns out that there is no parking for longer than 3 hours in my entire neighbourhood. No joke. No where. So…all cars, but NO parking. Except on private property. I get it, but I don’t.

