I’ve been sorting through myself recently. It’s a lot like
going through an attic and finding a box you sort-of forgot about, but not
really. Then the box is opened and the “oh, yeahs” start. I opened one of those
a few days. It was marked “PhD.” For almost 20 years, my main career focus was
to be an academic. Get a Ph.D., find a tenure track position at a college to
write, teach, do research. Live out my life happily immersed in my intellect,
because, quite frankly, it’s my favorite place to hang out. Conveniently, it’s
also my favorite place to hide.
Well, after 15 graduate program applications over a few
years and nothing but “thanks for applying, buts,” I realized that this dream
wasn’t going to manifest. Time passed. People would ask me about my unfinished
master’s and my thesis, or say, “aren’t you supposed to be in a Ph.D. program
or something.” I’d mumble some answer, usually, “that’s not what I’m doing
now,” and quickly change the subject. It hurts to talk about it, and it
definitely registers as one of my life’s biggest failures. So, into the box it
goes, all taped up and properly labeled, then shoved into the attic to live
with the spiders and dust. However, it doesn’t go away.
I’ve held onto this identity, even after asking the
question, “if not academia, then what?” and getting a definitive answer:
writing. So, I spend time exploring this option. Writing here, writing there.
Even, on occasion, calling myself a writer. But honestly, I don’t write. On a
good day, I write morning pages. Most days aren’t so good. The intentions are
there, but the will and passion seem to have been boxed up with the graduate
school self. So, I reminisce about something that’s never happened and never
will, and I avoid what’s in front of me. It’s a dysfunctional relationship with
both identities. I can’t fully embrace one because I haven’t properly let go
and mourned the other. Sounds like a romantic/intimate relationship, doesn’t
it? That’s because it is, and perhaps even more so—it is, after all, a
relationship with oneself.
The conundrum of all this is in the letting go. It’s not
like breaking up with a significant other. In some regard, that’s easy: delete
all emails, text messages, contact info. Return/toss out tokens of love, along
with all the belongings left in your house. Cry to your friends, who remind you
that you deserve better, and then feed you chocolate and pour you cocktails.
“He/She is a horrible person for breaking your heart—let’s find you someone
else.” But how do you break up with part of yourself? There’s no one to cry to
and nothing to throw away. And, wow, it’s been a long relationship that had a
place and a rightness… but it’s no longer the right one for me. I’m not sure I
have the answer of how to do this, but I know that if I want to commit to Michelle
the Writer, I have to let go of Michelle the Academic. And I suspect that the
answer lies, ironically, in writing.
/m\
ReplyDeleteYesterday my husband read me a little from a book he was reading. It was about life purpose and how one man spent 30 years looking for his life purpose. He joined the army and found not much more than discipline, then he went to corporate America. Still unsettled by his lack of life purpose he went to NLP seminars to be told that, obviously, his life purpose was to become an NLP master. All the while he questioned and eventually he realised that his life purpose was whatever was moving him at the time. Perhaps it was NLP for a few years but then it's ok to be passionate about something else and your life purpose shifts.
ReplyDeleteSo the Phd version of you was totally valid, but you've changed and now the writer-you is emerging. There's nothing wrong with having different relationships with dreams/goals/ideas at different stages. You're just being honest and truthful to what passion stirs you now so don't be sad for the Phd that didn't work out, embrace the writer's heart that's calling to you now :-)
Lyn
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Lyn, I agree. I had already come to that conclusion myself. It was just a matter of grieving and moving on, which I hadn't quite done until yesterday. And oddly enough, today's post reflects what you said in your comment. :)
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