Haven’t been able to post as much as I’d like recently. With only a few months until my differentiation, my supervisor wants a draft version of my first chapter by the end of June. And even though I knew this and knew the amount of work I had to do to get this done, I still went ahead and booked a trip to England.
I found out that there was a Sherlock Holmes conference in London and the obsessive side of my personality knew I couldn’t miss this opportunity.
An outpouring of excitement on facebook followed this discovery and a friend offered to accompany me on the condition that we went to see Les Mis in the West End while we were there.
A week or so later we ironed out all the details, squealed our combined excitement down the phone and booked our flights, hotel and tickets. Looks like I’m heading back to London baby!!
Since I’ll be in England anyway, I figured I’d make another little trip to Bristol to see Bristol Boy. Taking my impromptu trip up to a total of six days.
Losing those six days meant I had to get super-organised to get my work done in time. I love doing my PhD but I also love having a life. The relief I got out of my operation means I have a much better quality of life now and I am determined not to waste it. So I applied the same obsessive tendencies I use to pursue my hobbies (currently trying to finish reading all the Sherlock Holmes stories before I go away) to my research. I made exhaustive lists of all the materials I need to read and broke them down by archive. I ranked them in order of most to least important and compared them to my long list of secondary literature to read. I made a timetable of each day between now and my trip. I figured that if I get all the research done before I leave, then when I get home I can spend a couple of days writing it all up and hopefully get it off to my supervisor by the 30th.
But all work and no play makes life completely dull so my schedule has also allowed some time for recreation. I’m going out with friends, seeing shows, going on day trips, catching up on the fun I missed out on all those years I was stuck on the sofa clutching a hot water bottle. I still get tired and still have trouble with my tummy on occasion but I pace myself and save my spoons for when I know I’ll need them.
Being so obsessive does have its perks at times. 🙂