And thanks for the career reflection. I've been on a five year process of accepting where I'm at — good at secure government job, but not necessarily great. Accepting less than the best feels like settling, but I look at the cost of greatness (in a divorce ridden industry like architecture) and F' that.
YES! Deep Space Nine!!! Thank you. It was the non sequitness of the note that threw me.
I think I was in my late thirties when I realized I would never be a “star”, never be a millionaire, never write a best-seller. Fortunately, I also realized that my happiness did not depend on doing those things. It took me longer to let go of trying to be the perfect parent, tho.
Yes! I think it all kind of settled into my psyche around when I turned 40 a few years ago. Also I saw the danger of audience capture over the past few years after watching a bunch of seemingly reasonable heterodox contrarians lose their minds over COVID.
I'm realizing that my anonymity may be more important to my happiness than I realized.
Then again I obviously don't want to stay anonymous, otherwise I wouldn't publish my own blog - and go through the effort of crossposting on Substack! I guess I want to be read, but I don't mind if I don't become widely read? Weird...doesn't make sense really...the mind and motivations are tricky beasts.
Makes perfect sense to me. I am known where I need to be known, but can go through the world as an observer. Gave up total anonymity when I published my first book and decided “Joyomama” was unprofessional.
*D*eep *S*pace *9*?
And thanks for the career reflection. I've been on a five year process of accepting where I'm at — good at secure government job, but not necessarily great. Accepting less than the best feels like settling, but I look at the cost of greatness (in a divorce ridden industry like architecture) and F' that.
YES! Deep Space Nine!!! Thank you. It was the non sequitness of the note that threw me.
I think I was in my late thirties when I realized I would never be a “star”, never be a millionaire, never write a best-seller. Fortunately, I also realized that my happiness did not depend on doing those things. It took me longer to let go of trying to be the perfect parent, tho.
Yes! I think it all kind of settled into my psyche around when I turned 40 a few years ago. Also I saw the danger of audience capture over the past few years after watching a bunch of seemingly reasonable heterodox contrarians lose their minds over COVID.
I'm realizing that my anonymity may be more important to my happiness than I realized.
Then again I obviously don't want to stay anonymous, otherwise I wouldn't publish my own blog - and go through the effort of crossposting on Substack! I guess I want to be read, but I don't mind if I don't become widely read? Weird...doesn't make sense really...the mind and motivations are tricky beasts.
Makes perfect sense to me. I am known where I need to be known, but can go through the world as an observer. Gave up total anonymity when I published my first book and decided “Joyomama” was unprofessional.
Dammit, that's awesome! I wish I had thought of that "joyomama" ... though I wouldn't have been brave enough to use it,
I did come close — my email address is joypog: J(ustus) P(an)G
Grading? Isn’t that what TAs are for? (Yup, I got that grand job during my grad school career.j
Not in a small department in the Humanities. Our grad students taught their own courses, and we all did our own grading.