10 February 2015 1 Comment
[An earlier version of this post appeared on the RED Writing Blog.]
My greatest achievements in academia are produced by my fear of shame and humiliation.
I said this to a colleague recently, and we had a good laugh.
The moment has stayed with me, though, because it’s kind of true.
Our lives are filled with commitments, and we carve our days into brightly coloured slices with the aim of fitting everything in.
The fact that we live lives where we need to ensure we ‘fit in’ relaxing and spending time with friends and family disturbs me on a level that this post isn’t up to articulating.
Instead, I want to talk about deadlines.
Everyone has them. Very few like them. Deadlines set for me by others tend to be much more effective, usually, but I still find myself standing at the edge of the abyss. You can ask for extensions from others, or allow yourself to extend a deadline, but nothing good really comes of doing that.