It’s been an interesting week. Not much craftiness has been going on (although I did finish my placemat – post coming tomorrow!), but instead, some unexpected school-related drama has been unfolding. To make a long story short, my advisor is moving to another university, and I decided not to move with her. Originally I had planned to follow her, but after visiting the new place this week, I decided that it simply wasn’t for me. I love my advisor and the work we’re doing, but I have to do what’s best for me. We’re going to try to make things work from afar, hopefully with the support of both universities. As of right now, I think we’ll be ok.
I’ve lived enough life at this point to know that I’m completely in charge of the choices I make, even when it seems like there are forces out there beyond my control. True, things happen that I can’t control, but I can control what I choose to do about them. In this case, although it makes sense to move with my advisor, I know I wouldn’t be happy there. I’ve accepted these types of circumstances in the past as things I’ve “had to” do, but I know better now: I don’t “have” to move, I can choose to move or not… and I’ll deal with the consequences either way.
As you can imagine, this situation has been stressful and has been developing over the past several months. Then again, this happens quite often in academia. Professors move, and their students may or may not move with them. It’s a risk you take when committing to work with someone for the duration of a 5-6 year program. Fortunately, my advisor is awesome and has been incredibly supportive, which just further convinces me to stick with her, even if we’re working in physically separate locations.
Anyway, I guess the point of this post is that I’m proud of myself for doing what’s best for me in this case, for not accepting the lemon and throwing it right back where it came from. It’s too soon to tell how this will play out in the long-term, but for now, I’m feeling good about my decision. This is 31 years of wisdom at work… at least I got something in exchange for my budding crow’s feet. : )