Well hello there! I am back from the long hibernation from the real world that was “writing my dissertation”. Anyone that has been through the 5 to 7 year experience of pursuing his or her Ph.D. (I’m not including those rare lucky bastards that finished in 4) can sympathize with the high and lows, the joys and sorrows of the long journey. Now I have reached the crossroads and what a strange strange place it is.
I just so happened to finish in the depths of winter, as we turn the page to a new year and what feels like a new era in my life. Michael and I have moved 1200+ miles from our previous home in Columbia, MO now closer to my family in New England. We got engaged. We graduated. Yet, as any student that has worked tirelessly from 8AM to 10PM during the school year knows – when you reach the end you inevitably feel a little lost. It’s hard to put the brakes on from the momentum of a grueling daily routine. Many people say to me “You must feel so relaxed now!” or something to the effect of “Wow, what will you do with all the extra time you have?” I usually can’t help but laugh sarcastically and then feel slightly guilty at my rebuff of their enthusiams – but I don’t feel relaxed, and with 2 hours of commuting each day I don’t feel like I have a great deal free time either. Part of the immediate time-depletion is because of my commitment to get back to exercising. At the end of a few months of doing nothing but sitting in front of a computer 80 hours per week, I felt about ready to keel over and have a heart attack – so immediately back to the gym it was.
What is mindfulness?