Day 1: a blank piece of paper, a mind full of ideas and a dream.
Day 168: a scribbled on piece of paper, a mind focused on ideas and a dream.
In comparison to the last few years of my life, 2019 has flown by. I think a lot of it has to do with being busy, particularly in the last months or so but I also think a lot of it has been things falling into place – slowly but surely.
I’ve been seeing my counselor since 2015 and he made an irrefutable point last time I saw him: for so long, my life has been like a set of scales. They’ve been weighed down on the side of negativity and for so long, I kept picking things up and putting them on the positive side but the scales were still favoured poorly. Until this year. This year, I finally pulled so many negative things and put them on the positive side that the scales have tipped. Ever since I got back from Africa, I’ve felt the need to return to get back to that point in my life where I was so happy and content and now I am, without having to be there. Home is certainly where the heart is, and I can’t wait to go back but finding peace in Canberra has been a long slog.
I’m now officially 6 months into my PhD, and I have quite a bit to show for it. I have a full literature review (which needs some edits) and the beginnings of a paper. I have all the data to start a GIS analysis. I feel behind at the moment, as I haven’t worked much in the last month except for preparing for the semester. On that note, I’m now teaching and I gave my first lecture. It was thrilling and I loved every moment of it – and I think the audience enjoyed it too. I surprised myself with how well I did in terms of remembering everything and actually being engaging. I haven’t had nerves like that in a long time – I was tapping my leg before I went in which is an anxious tick I haven’t had since I started my medication.
I now also give tutorial and demonstrate practical workshops. The best part? I demonstrate for the two courses that absolutely made up my mind about being in conservation. And I get to get out into the field. And I get paid for it all! How did I even get here? I’m glad I somehow made it.
Since starting this PhD, I’ve achieved a lot. I’ve made wonderful new friends, I’ve found a new respect for myself, I’ve renewed my love of elephants and of Africa, I’ve starting accepting myself.
I’ve also narrowed down my research, while expanding it at the same time. I have the first chapter of it drafted, and I have a plan for the remaining 4 chapters. I have three incredible supervisors and willing collaborators across Africa. There is still so much work to do, and feeling behind makes me anxious but I’m moving forward, I’m not stagnant anymore. I’m slowly reintroducing things into my life – I now work several hours a week (I somehow have 5 jobs – not including my PhD), I’m rejoining the gym, I’m cooking again. Things are positive.
My whole life, I’ve felt a weight on my shoulders of the universe. Like if I have too many good things, or too much positivity – it will balance out by knocking me back, hard with bad things. And up until now, that’s been the case. I know it’s because I project, but it’s honestly terrifying being this happy and positive but I’m working on trying to enjoy it. The fact is that if something bad happens, I’ve never been in a better place to tackle it. There’s been a shift in my scales, but also in my perception and I owe a lot of that to my PhD. Being surrounded by like minded people, being challenged everyday and being revered and treated as an equal by peers and professors alike, and having students learn from me is a feeling I never thought I could have. I’ve never been happier to be single, I’ve never been happier to live alone, and I’ve never been happier to tackle problems that have been plaguing my for my entire life. I finally have room and spoons to tackle my issues with my brother and father, and to address my rape – I finally have room to become a powerful fucking woman.
From where I was a year ago, 5 years ago…10 years ago – look at me now? I’m starting to love myself and once I can do that – I am unstoppable, just like every woman (@Lizzo = you absolute queen).
Yesterday on my way to class, I was coming up the stairs and someone stopped and said “hey, Rachael” – I didn’t recognise him, I assumed he knew me from my lecture earlier this week but then it hit me – it was someone from high school. He never played a big role in anything that happened there, actually he was reasonably nice to me but he wasn’t great to other people I knew. He’s come to ANU to do a masters, and I’m his teacher – I’ve gone full circle. It threw me around a bit, it was completely unexpected but it gave me the confidence to see how far I have come and how far behind I have left toxic people and things.
It might not be forever, but I’m glad it is now. I don’t know if it can get better, maybe it will but I’m content. My life is at 100 right now – I’m writing a thesis/paper, running 2 tutorials a week, usually a practical per week and also working at Questacon one night a week. It’s a lot, but I wouldn’t have been able to do this a year ago, I was at zero and unable to pick up any traction.
In conclusion, PhDs work for some and they don’t for others. For me, so far, it’s working and I’m very grateful for it. Stick around for a blog on my real research soon.