It’s been quite an eventful summer for me, that’s for sure. Still, as I return to some kind of routine I’m grateful that, all in all, it’s been good. And I got stuff done: Data collection complete, and just recently I have begun the write-up. So I’m pleased to report that I’m moving ahead.
But it feels that I’m doing so at a glacial pace. Why does this take so long, and how come I seem to be so busy yet have so little to show for it? Tutors warn you that this stage always takes longer than you expect. But to experience it for myself is quite disturbing. I suspect this is due to a mixture of factors: my status as a novice researcher, a touch of perfectionism, the nature of my topic perhaps, and that life keeps interfering, rather rudely, with my progress.
Still, I try to put my trust in the process. Just do the work to the best of your abilities, ask for advice if you need to. The rest is out of your control. Frankly, easier said than done, but right now it’s what helps me stay on an even keel.
Well… truth be told, I have had my moments where I was so thoroughly, utterly fed up with the whole thing that just chucking it in seemed appealing. I know that I never do ‘chuck it in’, but I certainly wasn’t enjoying myself.
What has helped is sterling support from my loved ones, personal therapy, getting a little more exercise, bit of meditation, and watching the classic cartoons on Youtube that I grew up with. Uhm. Not sure I should have admitted to that latter one, come to think of it. But come on: does anybody else like to go back and comfort binge-watch childhood programmes when under pressure? Yes? Here you go.