Hello friends,
We’ve been doing this for more than a year now. Day after day, story after story, an unrelenting assault. I’ve coped by tracking the news so I can narrate it, both here and at Unbreaking.
In an interview last week, I was asked what has surprised me most about this work. My answer is that I find strange comfort in staying this close to the news cycle. I am grateful to have a workflow to manage the flood and a solid routine for making sense of it all. That’s all true, but what I’ve failed to build into that routine is recovery time.
I hit a wall earlier this week.
Fortunately(?) this has happened to me before. In my first marathon, I bonked right before mile 20. It was so miserable and so memorable that I’ve never let it happen to me again - at least not while running. But lately, I’ve been forgetting my own damn metaphor. I broke every rule in that list this week: I agonized about different choices I could have made, I tried to keep pace with others who are faster than me, and I hated - absolutely despised - letting other people see me flailing. I hate admitting it to you now.
The whole point of my work is that we can’t fix what we can’t name. So while I feel substantially better after sleeping for almost 19 hours, it’s really not okay: I must plan for and take recurring breaks. I’m not sure yet what I’ll do on those weeks, but I’m going to start by looking back. Revisiting Year 1, Week 8 is a little uncanny:
Looking back like this is both a little startling and immensely clarifying. So much has changed. So much is exactly the same.
It feels like we need to move into a different mode now that we can see the patterns for what they are. I’ll be working on what that means - but just not right now.
My best, always,
Liz
PS - I just learned about The Researcher Wellbeing Project and that’s the first thing I’ll start in on next week.