You wake up at 6 AM on a Saturday morning, having slept a total of 3 hours, make a cup of coffee and gleefully get back to work on your lit review.
Haven’t experienced such an outpouring of productivity, creativity and motivation in my scholarship since I completed my dissertation over a year ago.
There’s this intuition and confluence of ideas, clarity and intellectual energy that’s just pouring forth. And the best part: it’s not driven by the kind of egoic, recognition-seeking, status-obsessed mania that is so characteristic of the tragic reality of human existence in general, not to speak of the tragic reality of academia. There’s just this clear, calm, confident flow going on that is unencumbered by the doubts, confusion, anxiety and stress that crushed me during graduate school.
Long days, long nights.
And it feels so good . . .