Funding for the PhD is officially in writing! Shiz is getting real.
In preparation, I've been focusing on making my lifestyle a little healthier, and learning as much as I can about doing a happy PhD. They are quite rare occurrences. Any advice I can get my hands on about doing PhD's, I collect and read ravenously. This is my way: prepare like crazy, then let the chips fall where they may, because
something will always go wrong.
Something will happen to throw off your plans. But at least I tried...
I've made a few purchases that I'll add to my PhD Costs tally. They should help me with the PhD, both to make me happier during it and to hopefully make it easier:
The
Livescribe Echo smartpen.
This
sunlamp.
The way things are going, though, I won't even need the sunlamp. I've been SO HAPPY lately. Things that would normally bug me don't, and I catch myself smiling and feeling giddy a few times a day. It's weird, but I'm loving it. It's a genuine, deep happiness that persists even when things go terribly wrong, like my apartment being sold out from under me, or my recent work failure.
I was on the radio last week and did really badly. I feel bad that I was the one representing work, but I honestly did the best that I could at the time. I was caught off-guard. I will work on it, learn from it, and do better in the future.
See? Normally I'd be obsessing and feeling horrible for days and days afterward. Weeks even. I'd use it as an excuse to never do another interview again. Instead, I'm motivated to redeem myself.
There is only one thing that I can think of that is making a difference. OK, two, but I think the second is more likely...
Firstly, I now have A Plan. The PhD, though it makes me broke and shackled to NZ for another half-decade, provides some much-needed stability in my life. I am going to be here. Forever. Given my mixed emotions about that prospect, I don't think that is why I'm feeling so good. Unfortunately, I think it has to do with #2:
People. I'm hanging out with new people. I say 'unfortunately' because people are quite flaky in general. One should never ever depend on someone else for happiness. One of my Truths is that as happy as someone can make you feel, they also have the capacity to make you feel just as bad. Yet, a stable group of a few good friends is the one thing that makes me happier than anything else. When my life fell apart around me in grad school, my friends were the only thing that got me through it. They cried with me and held me as I sobbed uncontrollably--the only time I've ever fallen apart in front of anyone--on a bench outside my office building after that horrible phone call about my sister being suicidal and psychotic. I'll never forget it, or them. As introverted as I am, and as hard and independent as I try to be, People are my rock. I need them to be happy, full stop.
This is a new group--the friends of my old Crush...the one who (yes) made me feel awful a few times recently (but then I got over it very quickly...because I'm happy now!). I wouldn't put these new people in the grad school category yet, but we'll see. So far it is just fun. I've been needing more people to hang out with because my old friends, while they ARE grad school quality, are very busy with their studies and have very serious boyfriends that take up nearly all of their non-work time.
I'm loving hanging out with these new people because they are closer to my age than my other NZ friends and can relate to me and this life stage I'm in much more easily. They are also really into their jobs like me, and love being busy and doing really silly, awesome things like I do. They are higher up the academic ladder than I am, and I can turn to them for advice instead of always being the older, wiser one, as it has always been in the past here. They are incredibly social people, and most of them are also quite supportive and kind. There are invites and emails and texts and phone calls nearly every day from one or more of the group. They have invited me into the fold with no questions--just open arms, willing to take me as I am. I feel ridiculously lucky, and kind of hesitant to believe my luck. I haven't even added them on Facebook, my normal knee-jerk reaction to liking someone, because I feel like they might go away as fast as they came into my life.
So yes, the secret ingredient to my happiness is the same as soylent green: people.