I am sharing academic writing specialist Jo VanEvery’s newsletter here; It struck a chord with me because in it she talks about Brené Brown’s book //ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ac&ref=qf_sp_asin_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=mamalegato-20&marketplace=amazon®ion=US&placement=1592408419&asins=1592408419&linkId=bc5ebb4a1529736950a0377df1dc6eb6&show_border=false&link_opens_in_new_window=false&price_color=333333&title_color=0066c0&bg_color=ffffff“>Daring Greatly; Brown’s work centres around shame, vulnerability and failure all of which I having been pondering quite deeply lately. I’ve read some of Brown’s work previously, yet,I admit to … Continue reading “It’s a sign”
I am sharing academic writing specialist Jo VanEvery’s newsletter here.
It struck a chord with me because in it she talks about Brené Brown’s book Daring Greatly
Brown’s work centres around shame, vulnerability and failure all of which I having been pondering quite deeply lately. I’ve read some of Brown’s work previously, yet,I admit to having similar feelings as VanEvery towards these kinds of these celebrity psychologists (but I often end of reading them or at least about them anyways). As VanEvery says; “I’m glad I’ve decided to read her work though. What she says about shame, vulnerability, and innovation is directly relevant to academic life”- I haven’t read Daring Greatly but I can say for certain this is what I am finding as I read another of Brown’s books, Strong; The Reckoning. The Rumble. The Revolution.
I have definitely been having my own reckoning over the last while — around my research, my PhD, my LIFE… and I will inevitably get around to sharing some of that soon. As it stands, it exists mostly in the frantic scribbles of my journal and the frenetic corners of my mind– But! as someone who pays attention to “signs”, sent from the universe, or otherwise, VanEvery’s newsletter showing up in my inbox today, for me, surely was a sign.
I’m not sure why I feel compelled to start writing here again.
Well, I know where the “impulse” came from…
M.I.A’s Paper Planes. On my run today, it came on- blasting through my headphones. Yes, headphones. I used to be a purist and NEVER run with music, but now I need all the help I can get.
But when the first chords of the song pumped through my earbuds today I was instantly transported to the side of some weird back road out on the UBC Endowment Lands behind St. Georges- on one of my long (18 miles maybe?) runs… training for “the” marathon… how many years ago? 5? 6?
I wasn’t listening to any music at the time, but rather I repeated it out loud, as to distract myself from my almost overwhelming desire to stop running.
The song plods along;
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ’em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait…
Like how I “run” although I think plod is a better name for what I do.
I am “plodding” again.
I have, over the last few years tried to get back in a plodding groove.
It is hard here- the winter is reeeeeeeeeally long. And I tried, I can’t run in -20. I do a bit of treadmill. I have IT Band issues that won’t seem to go away. I have six children, a husband, a job and PhD in progress… all things that I constantly use as excuses as why I am not out there
But I think about running, er, plodding all the time.
I obsess over stories like this one; about old ladies running Boston.
So I am back at it. And M.I.A made it a little easier today.
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I’m clocking that game
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name