This blog's ten-year anniversary came and went in December, not that I've been blogging for that long -- there are several years I didn't write a thing here. I certainly remembered and thought of the anniversary last month, but December is a really busy time with the holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries all crowded up against each other. So the blog, as usual, gets short shrift.
But I wanted to note something here just for the record. Ten years ago, I started this blog when I went to the Big Academic Conference for interviews for the first time. I couldn't see into the future and imagine where I'd be in ten years but I was interviewing for jobs. Where am I? I'm tenured, overworked, out of place. I'm married with a son. It feels funny to have worked so hard in grad school and now I wonder whether the academy is the best place for me, though I honestly can't think of a better place. What's going on with me now besides moving my projects forward at the snail's pace that is my wont is that I've taken up a hobby, purely and totally for enjoyment. No little voice in the back of my head saying maybe I could make extra money at this or change jobs or whatever. I've finally, in my forties, learned the value of something that is 100% a hobby (unlike crochet, where you get something at the end of it and so can call it useful). And that seems important, not just in terms of my own life, but also that in terms of what becomes important to a person who is post-tenure. You know what's important? Joy. Delight. Happy times. (Not working all the time.)
I want to go dancing. (Some things don't change.)
