I have never believed in the elusive perfect time to start something new. If I did, I would still be waiting for it. And with age, which amplifies the sense of finitude of life, it is no longer an option. However, being a little bit about two months (out of 6 years!!!) into my PhD, the need to slow down and take a deep breath inspired some reflections that made me wonder whether there is such a thing as a bad time to start a new project. There is no need for panic, I will not drop out, but as we often share the fun and wonderful things, it is also important to acknowledge what chaos and mess are often lying underneath them.
About a week after I accepted the offer, the University of Essex announced its plan for closing the Southend campus, redundancies and other money-saving exercises with high impact on students and staff. Mind you, this was just a year after UoE was deemed to be financially safe. Since January, when I started, there have already been two strikes, and it sounds like a third one is on the way unless the dispute is resolved soon. I’m naturally on the side of solidarity, but it can hardly be called a good, calm first term to settle into the new routines. Along with the cuts at university, this year seems to be a major year for changes in funding, at least in the areas I am inhabiting, and while some options are paused, some disappeared completely and those that are still going see unprecedented amounts of applications. No surprise there. An optimist as I am, I may say that this is just the first year of many to come that will see the flow of resources significantly redirected from education and research to investment bubbles and war economy. Not that it started this year, but it's just that the cracks are beginning to show more and more.
On the personal front, I have to admit, I have been successfully mirroring the dire societal situation with a major drop in income that sent me into a place of discomfort where I’m holding the tension as stoically as I can, wondering every day if it is finally the time to knock on the doors of our local jobcentre. I’d say I’m fairly good at navigating uncertainty, but it also requires a very hard look in the mirror once in a while and a great deal of realism to be able to recognise when the sense of “navigating through” turns into delusion. As a result, I’m constantly on the go, looking for new streams of income and opportunities, knowing that burning out wouldn’t do anyone any good, questioning whether there is such a thing as a work-life balance and if so, where is the hyphen really? In the midst of the worries, my kids are living their best lives, doing exams, being creative, making plans for the future, having a thriving social life and that, as jolly as it is, also requires a lot of attention and care from a solo parent—all that with overwhelming reading lists and a capital creative block under my belt.
What is rather counterintuitive to what I just wrote is the feeling that my baseline isn’t anywhere near exhaustion, burnout or depression, but stays pretty much all the time in the realm of “happy”. There were certainly times when life was much less chaotic, the world situation was considerably more stable, and I had to fight for every drop of “happy” on a daily basis. Resilience is a peculiar concept.
So, did I really pick a particularly bad time to shut myself home with books and articles when life is so loud and calls for attention on every single front? Or is it still the best time, as worse is about to come? My thoughts go out to all students, artists, musicians, actors, philosophers, linguists, anthropologists, historians, sociologists, and other researchers who are sticking with their craft in much worse conditions than we are experiencing here right now. Maybe the perfect time isn’t to be found in anticipation but reveals itself first in retrospect.