• The Mutterings of Mystery in Misery

    31.5.16

    Anything



    What can yoga teach us about life? Well being still for one. Other things as well, like for example, yesterday after 2+ years of working on an unsupported headstand I did one, all on my own. Now I've mysteriously struggled to do this thing for ages and ages, let's be real I couldn't even do a handstand very well as a kid. 

    The thing that is great about yoga is that it has levels, you never had to do the whole thing, but you can probably do a little bit of it until eventually you can do the move. This may take you a month or a year or two or three. The point is, sometimes in life we look at where we want to be and we think, I'm never going to get there, forgetting that today there is probably some part of there that we can do, even if its only a tiny bit.  Some small thing, to take us to where we want to be. So always remember to ask yourself what CAN I do?  Because if you remember that life is lived in tiny little bits, you CAN do that thing. 

    28.5.16

    Hey brew


    Well it's was a long and dull worthogs meeting, and there's only so much you can hear about point tempteure readings and canning process before my allergic to engineering switch flips over. 

    Square pegs

    Did you ever notice that square pegs still fit into round holes? 

    25.5.16

    Oceans of Indecision


    What people who are in academia don't realize about those who are not. For example in practice, you don't dream up the problem & and solution, you don't often go to the client the client comes to you. So when confronted with essentially limitless opportunities, we may need a little guidance in term of where to begin. 
    How does one even begin to start on a path of research? How does one choose, without completely camping out on the shores of possibility? 

    Questions, Questions, Questions..... 



    Your brain



    On other notes, is the struggle to sleep because there are so many new ideas in your head it feels like your brain is  going to explode. A return to ideas. 

    Unseen academics


    As a collaborative practitioner, one of the hardest things I've found adjusting to in the university setting. Is the feeling of being alone inside your head. On days when one isn't sure of your direction or purpose - or if the work you've proposed is achievable or acceptable at some academic level.  This I imagine is what if feels like to be me some days. When one is staring at a wall, trying to figure things out, when one would rather be doing something or making something.