- I got an email from a reader who had figured out my identity (not tough to do, I know) and who wanted to alert me to a potential professional opportunity. A.) I love my readers! B.) I should totally just be out as Dr. Crazy because people really do respond to Dr. Crazy positively, but I have enough junior faculty paranoia still not to take that step. C.) Why is it that when I'm alerted to opportunities - not even actual things but just the possibility of something happening that might be good should I do some things - that I freak out?
- I got readers' reports back on a collection essay that's been languishing away for a good long while. Much work to do to address the reports, but although I was very fearful about the criticisms before reading them, I actually felt pretty good once I did read them.
- The combination of the above two things has actually made me into a crazy ball of stress, realizing all of what I need to accomplish between now and when I go away in July, and then all of what will be waiting for me to accomplish upon my return.
- Oh, and I glanced at my evaluations from the spring. Not as bad as I'd feared they might be. But still, just looking at them somehow added to the stress, too.
- Now it's time to go to the gym and sweat out some of this stress. And then I need to make one hell of a big list so that I actually do some of the things that are stressing me out.
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