I dreamed of flowers with a hundred shades of red,
So beautiful, fragrance so sweet.
If only they lay upon my breast,
Instead, they grew from a once human chest,
Skin soft, still untouched by times heavy burden.
Emerging, they made me alien.
And I ripped the flowers from by body.
A faint friction,
Popping – no sound emitted
Heavily breathing, my shaking fingers touched,
Red moss was left.
Spongey and alarming!
My nails raked though,
Leaving red underneath, but no blood.
In the mirror the features of my face are the same,
However, contorted in horror.
My eyes see my breast is read moss and paludal alveoli.
And already striplings peeking through.
What have I become?
I dreamed of flowers with a hundred shades of red,
Episodes of Zara the academic Zombie
Part One: Meet Shani
In a little tucked away part of the Universe, dwarfed by many, seemly, more important planets was the world Elysium. This world was divided into four lands, roughly the size of large towns on our planet, and each of these towns were run by a University. These Universities towered over all the other buildings in their lands. Another peculiar feature of Elysium was the bowl shape of the planet. Two of the lands were located in the hollow and the other two were located on the base.
Zara slowly placed her book on her side table. It had been a strange fantasy book about a planet earth. The creatures, that lived there were absurd, adhering to odd politics that she didn’t quite understand yet. Nevertheless, it provided a break from the pressure of her own life. She checked her watch. She quickly twirled in front of the ornate gold mirror, in the living room, to if the greenness of her skin was showing. After a final twirl, she felt satisfied and yelled, “Hey Ma, I’m going to check on the shop”. Her mom replied in a muffled but concerned voice, “Okay, dear, just don’t stay out to late, they’re raiding the town tonight for…” Zara rolled her eyes, despite not hearing the last word she knew it would be the whispered word, “Zombie”. “Some people were actually really cool about Zombies now-a-days,” she thought with a mild irritation.
She quickly rode her purple scooter to the shop. The shop owners opened the “The Price” in the afternoon believing most University students bunked classes after lunch and would want to buy something for a night out at this time. Zara thought her bosses, were stingy and old, but “kind-of alright” because they were normals and knew that she was a Zombie. Zara began to think about all the University homework that she would have to do when she got home. She attended BricBrack Academy. She was officially registered as a normal, but the secretary was a zombie and often changed the details to hide their lower class citizenship. BrickBrack was the only university that Zombies could attend. Unfortunately, there was no secretary Petunia in these universities, just normals.
As soon as Zara opened, The Price’s door Mrs Price bowled her over with an enormous hug. Zara shuddered at the very old, fat rolls touching her young body. “Hi Zara”, How are you” “I’m good”, “The store is good”, “Everything is good”, she said with rapid speed. Mrs Price was one of those energetic personalities that constantly seemed to be bouncing up and down with excitement. One of the benefits of this, according to Zara, was that a person never had to pretend to be interested, because Mrs Price answered your questions, in a way that most suited her, before you had time to reply. “Oh, aren’t you looking slender” Mrs Price exerted while, pinching Zara’s cheek. “Do Zombies…” she said with a conspiratorial tone, quickly looking around the empty shop to check if there were any eavesdroppers, before continuing “ever get you know?”, “pudgy?”. “Of course they don’t” “Can’t can you, when you only eat brains”. Looking agitated, as if it finally dawned on Mrs Price that she might have said something offensive, “dead brains, of course”, “only dead brains”. “Common misconception, you see, that you people eat the living”. “Any which way” “You mind the shop now” she giggled nervously before somehow, with all her fat, pirouetting out of the rather large door of The Price. Zara thought that Mr Price had it specially made for his wife.
Zara slowly started doing stock take, when she heard the door chime. She turned around, inwardly exasperated that a customer would come in when the shop was evidently not open for business. She immediately turned a very bright shade of red, when she saw who it was. He was a very thin norm, who had tattoos of roses and thorn bushes on his arm. His blonde hair was coiffed in a comb over and fashionable shaved on the sides. His eyes clouded with mystery, but when the light caught them at just the right angle, a person could see flashes of danger and rage dancing in their depths. There was only one word possible to describe him, and that was “cool”. Zara was hopelessly smitten with Shani. She desperately wanted him to notice how cool and dangerous she was- it needs to be said, however, that the most dangerous thing Zara had ever done in her life, was submit a paper to the Ancient Cultures department without her usual second fact check routine.
“Hi Shani, how can I help you, we’re kind of not open, but um, you can have a look around and buy something anyway”. Shani, gave her an enigmatic smirk that most people would find obtuse and rude, but Zara just turned a deeper and more horrible shade of red, while emitting a high pitched, “Lemme, know if you need anything”. Shani, broodingly examined the clothes and miscellaneous objects on display. He turned around and smiled, a half smile that looked more like a grimace and said, “Hey Zara, I started working at the restaurant next door, my shift starts tonight. Come by and I will show you how to make coffee, that is if you like coffee”. Zara blinked stupidly at him, before her brain slowly caught up with the reality of the situation and felt compelled to blurt out a squeak. Somehow, Shani interpreted this as a yes, “see you there Zara”. Zara spent the rest of her shift in a dreamy haze, about cappuccino making. Luckily a Zombie could drink beverages, if she could slip in a powdered form of brain. No-one questioned her need for protein in her beverages. The norms did not know of powdered brain, they wrongly continued to think that zombies only ate brains in its original form. Some norms didn’t even know that Zombies ate dead brains, these norms were the most dangerous often advocating for the eradication of Zombies. Zara, however, wasn’t thinking of any of this, just about Shani the beautifully mysterious norm.
When she walked through the restaurant doors at 21:00, after her shift at The Price, she noticed that there was only one table, with two creepy looking guys seated at it. She wasn’t sure this was the right place, but he said next door and while the shop was between the two restaurants, this was the one still open. He did say night shift, she thought slightly panicked. “Whatsup”, she heard a voice say behind her. She quickly turned, heart thumping. She sighed with relief when she saw it was Shani. “Um, so let’s make those, um coffees, she said, slowly starting to feel that she had made a mistake in agreeing to come. Shani smiled his mysterious half smile and shrugged, “What’s the rush, let’s eat something”. “Um I can’t she said” thinking of how she would be poisoned if she at norms food. The powered brain could only help with the digestion of liquid, Zombie scientists had not quite progressed as far as finding a digestive for solids. However, according to the secret Zombie student scientists at Brickbrack, they were close. His half smile widened into a full smile that looked decidedly sinister, even to someone as smitten as Zara, “Of course you can, it’s not like you’re a Zombie”. Zara paled, and managed to force out a faint laugh, “of course not, haha, just not that hungry, ate before I came, you know. His smile became all the more knowing and predatory, “good thing, you’re here the raids are going to start soon”. “raids?”, she said stupidly, trying to will her brain not to break under the pressure. “Yes, the Zombie, police raids, tonight” It shouldn’t have been possible but her face went from a faint white colour to a more start white, as she remembered her mom’s warnings of staying out too late tonight. She tried to nonchalantly shrug it off, “whatever, let’s make coffee. I am tired and want to go home.” Sure” he said, in a purposeful tone.
He walked over to the coffee machine and proceeded to instruct Zara on how to make something obnoxious sounding like an “Americano”. “First things first, you…” His voice weaved in an out of her cognisance “I need to just do this coffee thing…” “…put the powdered coffee in…” “… must hell out of here” “…to steam the milk perfectly…” “… no raids before 23:00…” “… and there is a cappuccino” “Wait, I thought we were doing an Americano”, said quickly. Shani, gave her an odd look, yes we did, and now we’ve done cappuccinos, and are moving on to lattes. “Oh yes of course, sorry got confused for a moment, Zara said eyes moving towards the door. “Well, really I think that’s all I have time for…” She started to head to the door. “Wait” he said, while moving between her and the door, his face filled with an expression Zara did not understand. “Shani, you’re beginning to freak me out please move’, she said, trying to shove past him. “No”, he said coldly, while gripping her shoulder”. “Stop it that hurts” “I know what you are” She shuddered in fear, “ I am a norm, just like you” “Let me go”. “I know what you are”, he repeated menacingly, pulling her closer, in his uncompromising grip. She looked around, hoping against hope that the creepy men would intervene, only then did she notice. They were gone. She was completely alone with Shani. He started scratching at her wrist, with his surprisingly sharp nails, she struggled, with no avail. “Ouch, that hurts”. He started laughing, “I knew it” he said looking at the green skin exposed by the scratches.
“Sit down” he said flinging her by the chair. “Don’t be afraid”. “I’m like you”. He started scratching at his own wrist” exposing his green skin beneath the make-up. Zara only felt a little bit better. Her mother had warned her against normals, but also told her not to trust other Zombies, that at all times she should try remain secret. Some Zombies, exposed others to the police, in order to stay free. Even if they didn’t mean it maliciously, sometimes they would say it to avoid torture, if they had been caught. Only the most trusted could know. “I am not going to tell anyone” he said almost knowing what she had been thinking. “Then what are you doing? Why did you hurt me”. “As if you would have told me”. “I might have”, she said untruthfully. “I just want to speak to someone of my kind for once” “You know it’s forbidden, to keep us safe”, she said repeating her mother’s constant words about the rules. “Would you have liked me better, if I was a normal” he said in a hurt voice. Her mind was reeling with the gravity of this situation. She couldn’t possibly understand how he could expect empathy. She felt a heavy sense of foreboding. She sighed, trying to gather some sort of sympathy, perhaps, if she gave him what he wanted he would just let her go. “No, of course not” “it’s just…” “it’s just forbidden” she ended lamely. “Yes, but why?” She looked at him disbelievingly, because we are more noticeable together, and think about the dark ages, when we were hunted down and murdered by normals, because sometimes, we do bad things when we’re in groups” He scoffed, those are just lies that the Zombie counsel tells us to keep us weak and not questioning their powers”. “No, just no”, she said stubbornly. “Can I- Can I- go- go- now”, she stammered. “Sure”, “Can I phone you sometime”, he said with a pained expression. She caved in, part of her still thought he was a beautiful mystery, this was intensified, now that she knew he was a Zombie, part of her understood the isolation of being a Zombie, another more realistic part thought that this might be the only way he would be willing to let her go. “I will walk you to your scooter”. “Um that’s okay thanks” “ I insist, it’s dangerous out there. They really are going to raid tonight” “No kidding it’s dangerous” she replied, ironically. “You know, I’d never hurt you Zara, he said, taking her hand. She felt tingles all the way through her fingertips straight to her toes. She tried to push away the feeling, to not get carried away by the heady atmosphere he created, to be realistic and suspicious about his intentions, but she just ended up tired, conflicted and confused. This is just one of the little ways he eventually won her over.
When Things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and debts are high,
And you want to Smile but have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won if he’d stuck it out,
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You might succeed with another blow.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown,
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
“Eat a live frog first thing in the morning, and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.” – Mark Twain
“If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And if it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first.” – Mark Twain
So, what did Mark Twain mean when he spoke of eating frogs? Frogs represent the most important, difficult or boring task you have to do but are most likely to procrastinate on. In order to be productive and get these tasks done, one has to eat the frog first thing in the morning, i.e. do the most important task first. If you don’t start with those tasks, you will in all likelihood keep procrastinating, which in the end will only cause stress. Once it is completed, the day can only get better. If you have two frogs to eat, start with the biggest one as quickly as possible without thinking about it. The more you think about it, the more daunting it will seem and the likelihood of procrastinating increases.
The best way to use this technique is to make a list of all the tasks you need to do the following day and then doing the most important one first thing in the morning. Completing a difficult task gives a person a sense of accomplishment, releasing endorphins and dopamine which in turn motivates you to do the next task and achieve more. By doing this every day, it will become easier until it becomes a habit. So, go ahead and eat your frog!
Based on the book “Eat that frog!” by Brian Tracy
Definition, well, it’s the state, fact, quality or condition of being singular. In the physics and mathematics realm, it takes on a more interesting interpretation. It is defined as the point at which a function (something) takes an infinite value. “How is this of importance?” one might ask, well, with the way our intellect is increasing, we are approaching a time when we will become “singular”. As Ray Kurzweil says, “From the moment we picked up a stick to reach fruit that was too high to reach by hand in a tree, we have been creating and using devices to help us get to “some point”.
This is when things get interesting! Many devices have been made over the years and most if not all have all wanted the “top spot” for getting us to this “point” singularity talks about. Genetics, Nanotechnology and Robotics are the fields that are basically pioneering our nearing this point with research showing that it is now possible to “modify” DNA as you would a song to make it sound better.
Back to the singularity, if you’re alive and reading this, you probably know how smartphones have become drugs! Yes, DRUGS! However, there are good drugs and bad drugs. The terminology “good” and “bad” being largely based on the usage. Cyborgs (short for cybernetic organisms), yes! I said cyborgs, is a being with both organic and biomechatronic body parts. Where on earth is this going? Hmmm…. Well, think about it this way, if your smartphone, which is as powerful as a 70’s supercomputer, is considered “part of you” does that not make you a cyborg? If the ability to get almost every bit of information available to man is but a ‘tappity tap tap’ away, are we not “robots”?
Okay, so maybe we’re not robots…..YET! But, there have been advancements in artificial intelligence that suggest that we will be able to engineer fully functioning robots that are capable of doing everything we can if not more. There have also been advancements in the ability to view what is happening in our minds using devices we have created. What does this mean, well simply put, at some point we probably won’t need to pull a smartphone from our pockets, we could basically get it from the “cloud” using our minds. This might sound bad, but it really isn’t because it means we’ll be smarter and capable of solving many of life’s humps and bumps so many of us encounter. What I consider bad about this is that we cannot comprehend infinity and as such have no way of knowing what the outcome of all our advancements will be.
This brings us to the ethics part. For the modification of genes, there has to be some sort of agreement between people of all nations and some sort of governing body. This would mean that the human race would evolve to a “different being” and as such new parameters on acceptable conduct would have to be set. This would raise questions about religion and politics, topics generally best avoided in public or social settings, and how to try and “unify” our beliefs and views towards ourselves and each other.
The Bible says, in Revelations, that at the end of days, the beast will come and exalt (it)self (this is me trying to be politically correct) over everything that is referred to as a deity by all religion and will render all other religions mute. Hmmmmm…..
Often I come across things that paint pictures as the one I’ve tried to paint above and I sometimes feel like ignorance is bliss!
But sometimes knowledge can set you free and if this is knowledgeable, well you decide what to so with it
Last year, I started lecturing a course on Personology, which is orientated around the personality and behavioural tendencies. There were a few things that I struggled with when embarking on this new form of employment.
The first was sounding bold and exciting, when trying to stick to the course work. This is a dilemma I have only started to get a handle on this year. I learned last year that no ‘one wants regurgitated information. It’s boring for the students and it’s boring for you, the TA. My advice here is to stray from the textbook and only deliver the main points and then flesh out details by using outside sources and of course personalized examples.
The second is some students are rude. They will leave because they forgot a pen at home, or didn’t bring the slides. You can think of the most trivial opportunity and some students will pounce at it like a kitten after a string of wool. Truly, do not take this personally. These students are in the minority. Surprisingly, a lot of the students take a course because they are interested in it and for those students, as well as the TA, class can become both intellectually stimulating and fun. These students will ask questions in class and try and engage in intellectual debate – often some of the questions are sporadic and seem a bit irrelevant, but this is where the TA can foster a fertile environment for learning, by relating these question to the relevant work.
Thirdly, it’s tiring, much more than it would be for a full time lecturer. I suffer from a slight fear of public speaking. This also contributes to the energy drain of lecturing. The solution to this is to make class a fun environment for both you and the student (Also take calming tablets). Watch videos that speak about the relevant work in a humorous way. Talk to your students, as a peer, rather than take a superior position. It is tempting to be an authority figure; however, it is easier to be yourself and bring your personality – not in a way which is overwhelming – into the lecture. Another tip in this segment is a bit more cumbersome, do research on the coursework. By doing research one alleviates the anxiety of question asking, by students, and one can enjoy the work from a participatory perspective.
Mostly – after I overcame the anxiety of speaking to a class of up to 400 students as an expert – I found the experience extremely rewarding. There were students who came to me after class and asked me for recommended readings on the theorists and found my lectures interesting, not only was this a little bit of an ego boost, it helped to see the (some) students as future academics, rather than the Greek Hydra, of question posing and you, the TA, as a metaphorically deflated muscular figure trying to pose as Hercules. To some this whole rendition up just relax, do your homework and enjoy it.
I recently came across a video on Facebook titled: “Why motivation is garbage”. The first thought that crossed my mind was: “What? That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. Motivation is what drives us to achieve our goals”. With such a bold claim, I was curious. “It’s probably just click bait”, but the fact that someone else shared it online must mean it is something profound.
And it was profound. In the video, life coach and author, Mel Robbins explains that everyone has somehow bought into the idea that motivation is when you feel ready, confident or courageous to make a change or do something you have always wanted to do. The brain is wired to protect us from things we think are scary, overwhelming and difficult, therefore we are never going to feel motivated to do them. We are only motivated to the things that seem easy. She goes on to say that hesitating for just a few seconds is what causes us to procrastinate and postpone the things we want to do. This hesitation sends a stress signal to the brain, which causes your brain to switch to protection mode. This is why you don’t invest in your crazy business ideas, go to the gym, work on your thesis (guilty), pay your bills, talk to that really cute guy/girl, wake up on time (we all can relate to this one), work on your dreams, confront the person who upset you, find a job, the list is endless.
The thing is you are never going to feel like doing those things. Have you ever told yourself you’ll start tomorrow or Monday? Famous last words, right? We all know what we have to do; the problem is how do we get ourselves to do it? Luckily, Mel Robbins has a solution called the 5 second rule. It is a really simple rule, every time you want/have to do something, like go the gym, count down from 5 to 1. When you get to 1, start doing that activity. If you wait any longer than five seconds, your brain will find a way to convince you not to do it. You are basically beating your brain at making a decision. It sounds really silly, I know. Mel even admits that it’s the stupidest thing ever, but it works and she has research to back it up. She did a lot of research on how the brain functions and how this method affects the brain. So there you go, motivation is garbage. Trick your brain in to doing tasks instead.
I highly recommend watching the video! Mel explains a bit more about the functioning of the brain and is much better at convincing people how amazing it is. It’s pretty long, but worth it.
Here is the link:
She’s also done a TED talk:
PS. I promise I’m not being paid to endorse her work 😛
For many of us, being a postgraduate student have become synonymous with not setting aside time for ourselves given the demanding nature of the degrees which we are enrolled for. You simply must make time for yourself. We all know that those who do this tend to find being a student less stressful and let’s face it: finding something relaxing, stimulating yet exciting to do in Stellenbosch is not that difficult, especially this time of the year. If you do find it a bit challenging or if you just happen to be very selective about how you choose to spend your time, I have outlined some activities which will definitely be worth your while.
InZync Poetry Sessions
If you like spoken word poetry, this is by far the coolest event to attend. The sessions are hosted in Kayamandi at AmaZink Live, organized by Adrian van Wyk, himself a postgraduate student and spoken word poet. A monthly gathering, it provides an interactive space for poets to share their thoughts with an attentive, enthusiastic and diverse crowd. If you are feeling brave, you could also sign up and “spit a few rhymes” during the Open Mic segment. While you mull over and discuss some of the thoughts and experiences shared you can also enjoy scrumptious boerewors rolls and icy beverages served by the AmaZink kitchen. The diverse crowd always guarantees interesting conversations and stimulating debates. For more information about the next session visit their Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/InZyncPoetry/.
Koleka Putuma, a young poet who you should make it your duty to listen to
This is one of the most popular and eclectic festivals in South Africa. Aimed at celebrating the arts, the festival provides a platform for actors, musicians, poets and artists to express themselves and celebrate art in all its forms. In doing so, these artists also become catalysts for conversation around South African history, current affairs and future developments. This year’s program is packed with thought provoking discussions facilitated by prominent historians such as Professor Grundlingh, on stage performances by the crème de la crème of the South African acting world, film screenings such as the recently Oscar-nominated “Noem my Skollie”, visual art exhibitions and many other interesting activities. Although some activities are free of charge, most of them require a fee and it is also advised that you book your tickets in advance through Computicket for some of the more popular events. More information can be found on their website http://woordfees.co.za/.
This talented individual will be providing some comic relief at this year’s festival
Back your Boytjies!
Stellenbosch University is home to one of the oldest and revered rugby clubs in the country, known for molding excellent rugby players, whose talents are on display every year during Varsity Cup. Prominent names in the game such as Gio Aplon, Juan De Jongh, Breyton Paulse and Jean De Villiers, are all alumni of the prestigious Stellenbosch Rugby Club. It is hence essential that you go out and support the boytjies during Varsity Cup and expresses some sympathy towards their opponents, however reluctantly. Tickets and shirts are available in the Neelsie.
Our Boytjies in action, no doubt dominating the game (if you listen carefully you can hear their opponents wailing in the distance… Shame.)
The Botanical Garden and J.M. Marais Nature Reserve
Whether you need some quiet time, a place to escape to where you can finally start reading that novel or if you’re simply interested in admiring the diverse collection of flora Stellenbosch has to offer – these are sanctuaries which will fulfill each one of those needs. The Stellenbosch Botanical Garden is the oldest university botanical garden in the country. It is home to several indigenous and introduced plant species, as well as the popular Katjiepiering Restaurant (which borrows its name from the fragrant Gardenia jasminoides plant, more commonly known as Cape Jasmine). The restaurant serves delicious light meals and thirst quenching beverages. Entry is free!
Enticing, isn’t it?
A stroll through the J.M. Marais Nature Reserve usually proves to be very relaxing (but it could become stressful if you come across some of its slithery, yet tolerant residentssssss…). You might also make a few furry friends along the way. If you find yourself in the very fortunate position of having a significant other, the lush green lawns are populated with shady trees which makes for an ideal picnic setting. What I do know though is that this is an ideal trail for that early morning/late evening jog! And that walking the labyrinth is only a good idea if you do it slowly. Access is free. Check out their Facebook page for some useful info: https://www.facebook.com/Jan-Marais-Nature-Reserve-516681321711688/
“We are plain quiet folk, and I have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, and uncomfortable things.”
― Bilbo Baggins
There are times when I prove to myself that I care about my general well-being. Registering for a PhD probably wasn’t one of them. Having just obtained my MSc, a looming sense of regret haunts me for jumping straight into a PhD. It is orchestrated by the familiar symphony of self-doubt, including hit titles such as “You are not prepared for this”, “Three more years, seriously?”, “It’s going to be hell” and my personal favourite; “What am I doing with my life?”.
I often feel like Bilbo Baggins in Tolkien’s wonderful novel “The Hobbit”, who was offered the opportunity to do something truly meaningful with his life by a great wizard (basically the fantasy genre equivalent of a Prof), if he would only leave the comfort and predictability of his normal life behind. I could probably settle down, find a job and sit in traffic each morning meticulously planning my 2 week leave, but I’ll always think to myself “What if?”. What if I continued with cancer research and made a truly novel contribution to the field? What if I was really on to something? Even worse, what if I end up being that guy who tells everyone the sad story of how someone else got credit for his ideas? The classic album of self-doubt will keep playing in my head regardless, the songs will just be in a different key.
After reading many PhD survival stories, one thing became apparent. The students were usually intellectually capable of completing their aims, but failing to take care of their mental and physical health was most detrimental to their research. Spending every waking minute doing experiments, writing articles and reading anything related to your research interest leaves little time to even contemplate eating healthy or even worse, doing exercise. As a result, the lack of sleep combined with the constant anxiety manifests as depression and lack of motivation. Tunnel vision ensues and you lose track of the bigger picture at hand, which makes the whole experience feel worthless.
There will most definitely be times when one has to place your life on hold in order to meet deadlines and complete your thesis. However, you cannot expect yourself to function under burn out over the course of 3-4 years. Fortunately, one can easily maintain a moderately healthy state of mind if there is a solid routine to fall back on. Even though I used to mock people who valued exercise above everything else, I have come to realise the great value of being physically prepared to function under exertion. Cultivating the habit of meditating or stretching for 5 minutes each morning and doing some moderate exercise in the afternoon (jogging, walking, weight training) can be the difference between giving up and success. Research has shown that whether you are under physical or emotional stress, your brain reacts to the release of cortisol (the common stress hormone) in much the same way. Therefore, if you condition yourself to operate under these conditions on a regular basis, you will be able to function under stress more efficiently. This goes further than just the work environment and can improve emotional decision making as well.
So who knows, maybe cultivating healthy habits is all I need to survive this PhD. That and a magic ring to help me disappear when times get tough.
It happened, I am not sure when. I find myself traversing an ocean of doubts. There is a quality of being lost that frays at me. The doubt waves lapping and wearing me thin. Each wave pushing and pulling me somewhere. In what direction, to what location, I know not.
People are oft drowned by their doubts, overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of them. But there is a miniscule resilient piece of me, which holds that to be human is to be part God. The half of me which is mortal and exhausted wishes desperately to succumb to career oblivion, where work is toil in exchanged for solely monetary value. The demi-god, however, will not. This piece of being human is an inextinguishable passion akin to an eternal flame and I know that given time, recovering my agency and direction, I shall swim to the shore of PhD and conquer.