Reflecting on a Past Life

remembering having nothing

Be the Source // Gustave Courbet

I am writing to say hello from underneath a massive backlog of work.

I was sick with covid for a week, and in that week I was reminded that there is little time in our world (or, rather, in the world of a PhD candidate with a high teaching load) for sickness or rest.

Today, a week and a half after I tested positive, I am only beginning to feel like myself again.

Yesterday I had a panic attack. And the day before.

Last night I chopped veggies and made a dip for my large veggie tray, which helps me to eat nourishing food when I’m busy. I set my alarm to play jazz in the morning. I took deep breaths. I tried a new thing to help me fall asleep: naming artists alphabetically. I realized I don’t know the names of enough artists. I fell asleep on E.