I took a year long hiatus from conferences. From abstracts, proposals, and travelling. It wasn't entirely intentionally done, but starting around the beginning of this year especially, I think I had some research demons I needed to exorcise. And on the flip side, I think I now have a clear idea of what I do as a scholar, what I want to do in the upcoming years, and what I'd like to present to the world. I'm not ready to start writing a dissertation yet, but the work I 'm doing now will only help inform the document as it begins to take shape in the upcoming year. Writing of a proposal to commence in 8 months-ish. So one year minus one week from the last conference I attended, I'll be presenting again on my campus, at a conference with quite a bit of buzz surrounding it. And after that, I've got four abstracts either out for review or in the queue to be submitted. It's time for me to get back in the game. No more sitting on the bench.
I had a great deal of anxiety about these abstracts. I love presenting so much, but the time away was overwhelming. Did I loose my mojo? Last night's email was such a relief, affirmation, and then celebration. Emme can attest to that. We danced around the living room. Maybe not this awesomely, but the feeling was the same never the less.
*title of this post was one of the first thoughts that entered my head at 515pm last night. It's also an obscure quote from 10 Things I Hate About You.
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