Just a quick post, but I bought myself something that could be perceived as a little narcissistic:
It’s Little Bex! Look at her! LOOK AT HER! She’s wearing a graduation gown and it’s a bit like the Cardiff University one that I hope to wear someday! And she’s holding a game controller! I love her!
Yes, it does feel a bit narcissistic and fits into a current narrative-trope-zeitgeisty thing that I really don’t like: ‘main character energy’. Look, I’m not under any illusion that I'm the star of 'The Ferriday Show', and if I was I hope someone would slap it out of me. But I am learning to be my own PhD champion, and Little Bex is the plastic personification of that.
So I take her with me when I’m out and about with my laptop doing my reading and memo-writing and coding. She lives in her little protective tin in my bag and, weirdly, just knowing she’s there silently cheering me on (and judging me when I’m being slack) keeps me going.
Reading this back to myself, I wonder whether I have:
Over shared
Lost my mind
Need to get out more?