A Cop Out
So I’ve been going through a bit of a valley of shit and was waiting to get out of the other side, so that I could write a post that goes something like this: “Hey kids, sometimes life gets you down. But ya know what? *insert major realisation here*. In conclusion: it’s going to be OK.”
But I wasn’t getting out of the valley, and I still haven’t. I’m now getting to the stage where I have started to notice OTHER PEOPLE getting sick of my negativity. Instead of responding to this by readjusting my perspectives accordingly, it’s all turned into a kind of positive feedback loop, wherein I’m just left internally yelling, “I KNOW, RIGHT?! HOW ANNOYING IS PESSIMISM! GOD!”
When I take a step outside of my own brain (sorry Nikola), I can see how people would get confused and frustrated by my constant gloom. A lot of really (potentially) exciting stuff has been happening recently. Intrigued?
Reasons for me to not feel shitty:
-I got to talk to lots of *famous researchers at the Keystone Conference about my project AND THEY GAVE A SHIT (*in my field)
-I’ve had the offer to go and do some of my project work overseas.
-Because of this blog, I’ve got involved in a super exciting science careers/ gender equality project.
-I may have found myself a beautiful mentor in doing so.
-The inaugural EMBL PhD Australia Symposium, which I was on the committee for, went so so so so fabulously last week.
-I’ve finally got my teeth stuck into the Scientists in Schools project.
-I was invited (INVITED) to give a talk to a group of school girls about careers in biology.
…and yet. I’m not excited. I’m pretty sure that this is all about to come caving in, the minute someone realises that (I’m not actually supposed to be here). Despite all of the above, and the number of friends, family and co-workers spurring me on, my anxiety remains (see Fig.1). I’ve come to see that it doesn’t matter what’s going on externally, I’ll always find a reason to question my own validity, and that’s the way it’s always been.
When I realised this, I decided to make another list. A much more depressing one than the one above.
Reasons I have previously found to question my own validity as an actual human, capable of achieving things:
-Not having a boyfriend
-Not having enough friends
-Not getting along with absolutely everyone I have come into contact with
(warming up now)
-Not being pretty enough
-Not wanting to play violin anymore
-Not liking sports
-Not partying “hard enough”
-Not being a mermaid
OK, so that last one hasn’t bothered me in a while, but it used to. I was thinking hard for a while about what it is that’s bothering me so much right now, so I could stick that one on the list too. Then I realised there were lots of reasons, and that made me sad and it probably didn’t matter anyway.
Putting that list together was a bit emotionally overwhelming for me. I saw how ridiculous it all looks now and consequently how ridiculous “Not getting a western blot to work” will most likely look in 5 years’ time.
You’d think now is when I’d start to write about how I’ve learned my lesson, and I’m moving forward and not sweating the small stuff etc. But if you were paying attention at the beginning then you’d know that’s not how it’s going to go, OK?
I’m still frickin’ crabby. I’m still worried. Writing experiment plans and literature reviews still makes me nervous. I’m still pretty sure things aren’t going to go my way. So here’s my shoddy excuse of a conclusion:
Creating things makes me feel better, and I just created this blog post.