.Greetings from a negligent blogger. This spring has been a hectic whirlwind of research, children, teaching and life. For the first time ever, I truly understand the significance of a candle burned from both ends.
As I write this today, my toenails and hair are both on fire (and have been slowly burning for months) and I've yet to find a good place to stop, drop and roll. Luckily, between my ever supportive childminding husband, my hilarious 3 year old and my cuddly yet strong-as-an-ox 1 year old, life has been
It seems that academic life, though wonderful in its freedom and creativity, is a demanding beast of a career. It takes time to really influence change and to be worthy of the young minds I'm meant to shape. On any given night, I walk in the door at 6pm (or later), kiss the family, put the girls to bed and work until midnight. Maybe later.
Recently, I've been reading various essays by working mothers in academics. It's hard, they write, sometimes impossible. But it's also rewarding, more rewarding than so many other career paths. The academic's job is to think and create, build and explore. Where else do you get to do that with so much freedom?
And the freedom is so amazing, but it's also expensive. For every older woman who tells a younger women to "enjoy it, they grow so fast", there is a younger woman desperately trying to save up enough memories for the future. But memories take time. And you can't buy more time. Especially not when babies are young.
And so, as I finish this post, I'm going to pack my bag and head home early. Forget the thousand unread emails demanding my attention. I've got memories to make and fires to put out.