This is a journal of PhD ideas. But grappling with research about women (yes, I am a woman) I am confronted by the reality that it cannot all be about theory. It is not enough to understand the theoretical framework underpinning this research idea or that methodology. I need to acknowledge the blood and guts, the core of who I am as researcher.The professional and personal intersect and continually compete for attention. There is tension. And this is it, the practical reality of my day.
I am a woman.
I am a researcher. I am an educator.
I am a wife and mother of five.
This day I am preparing for a 7th birthday party, making cakes,treat bags and planning party games.
I am tidying the house. I am doing the grocery shopping.
I am answering emails. Checking Twitter.
I am blogging.Keeping up with my research journal. Adding another 500 words to my methodology chapter.
I am listening to ABBA.
Somewhere in the day I will get my hair cut.
I have parent teacher meetings. School pick ups.
I am completing tasks for my online Coaching course.
I am sending messages to friends – too time poor to call.
I squeezed in a 5 minute reading, reflection and prayer.
I will walk the dog. Feed the animals.
I will listen to radio national while making fruit kebabs.
I will revisit how I want to present this PhD by project and let my wild, creative imagination escape for a moment.
I will update the family diary. Add in new sporting commitments, formal dinner dances.
I may even pay some bills, RSVP to an invitation.
After the SPY party is over I will prepare dinner and enjoy a glass of red.
I will tuck small people into bed.
I will work some more, writing and reading for the PhD.
I may catch up on Bloodlines on Netflix.
I may crochet – aka therapy.
I will say goodnight to the older kids.
And collapse into bed with my man.
Tomorrow I will do it all again.