Only without advisors. Or fixed deadlines. And with an income.*
Truly, so far this month is shaping up to look like a pastiche of (most of) the best parts of grad school. Confession: I complained plenty in grad school, as did we all, but for the most part I really liked it. Especially the last couple of years, when I wasn't teaching and had loads of time to work. The downside, of course, is that when you've got loads of time to work, you feel that you need to work for loads of time, which of course you don't do, and then you feel bad about yourself. Well, I think that this first year of professorship has cured me of that feeling. (At least for now, while the experience is fresh in my bones.) Teaching for 12 hours a week (and prepping, and grading, and meeting with students, and doing whatever the hell else I did all the damn time this past year) taught me to appreciate and enjoy my hours of leisure (on the rare occasions when I could grasp them). So I've been working for the last week or so--revising the MS, mostly--but not too hard. In fact, I'm probably getting about as much done as I usually did during an average week of dissertation-writing, but without knocking myself out about how much more I should be doing. And I took the weekend off. So okay, maybe a slightly below average diss week. But still! Things have been Accomplished, and not only that, but Naps have been Taken, Laps have been Swum, Bike Rides have been Gone On, and Lovely Meals have been Prepared. Also, a Novel was Read.
The challenge, however, will be to keep up this sense of relaxed productivity. Because, see, even as I write this, I know that I've been here before. It's all so familiar. I have a few days of doing some decent work and feeling pretty OK about it, and then I start to get bored, and then the malaise sets in, and before long I'm storming around the house in a fretful state not wanting to work but not able to let myself do anything that isn't work, and then we're back into the truly rotten part of the grad school state of mind once more. Heh. Wish me luck. Just as I wish all of you luck, because I know I'm not alone in this.
*And, unfortunately, with fewer local friends, but so far I've been doing all right. It remains to be seen how the limited social opps will have affected me by the end of the month, though.