{"id":4,"date":"2005-09-09T03:18:12","date_gmt":"2005-09-09T08:18:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/astra\/2005\/09\/09\/balance\/"},"modified":"2005-09-09T03:18:12","modified_gmt":"2005-09-09T08:18:12","slug":"balance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/astra\/2005\/09\/09\/balance\/","title":{"rendered":"Balance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a9'><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nToday would have to have been marked as a somewhat low point on my<br \/>\nhappiness scale if it were not for a piece of news and an accidental<br \/>\nstumbling-upon of the xanga of an acquaintance from college. The<br \/>\nnovelty of a new lab setting has worn off considerably, while (probably<br \/>\nmostly self-induced) pressure to really get started on background<br \/>\nresearch for my project has ramped up. A car deal fell through at the<br \/>\nlast minute yesterday, which left me feeling rueful but glad for the<br \/>\nlife lesson (make the deal first, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">then<\/span><br \/>\nget the car DX&#8217;d in) immediately afterwards, but the realization this<br \/>\nmorning that we&#8217;re back to square one sapped my energies a bit. This,<br \/>\ncombined with an interesting but long lab meeting and two long shuttle<br \/>\ntrips, dragged my spirits down by the end of the afternoon. At the end<br \/>\nof the last shuttle trip, I heard from an elated J that he had<br \/>\npassed his quals (as a first-year). It was refreshing to hear such good tidings.<\/p>\n<p>The evening consisted of buying some chairs, eating dinner and setting<br \/>\nup a rudimentary work station so I could start working on my<br \/>\npresentation for tomorrow. Halfway through organizing papers for type<br \/>\nup, I got hit by a wave of boredom, what I believe to be my first since<br \/>\nI started research on the project. Following that came a wave of<br \/>\nanxiety as I wondered what sort of a two-year stint I&#8217;d gotten myself<br \/>\ninto, whether it will all turn out to be worthwhile, and not deviate<br \/>\ntoo much from my numerous hopes and expectiations. To distract myself I<br \/>\nscuttled into thefacebook.com and checked the list of friends with<br \/>\nrecently updated profiles. A name popped out at me, that of a girl one<br \/>\nyear my senior whom I have known as a friend. I&#8217;ve often (unbeknownst<br \/>\nto her) admired her from afar, not only for her intellect but also for the <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">joie de vivre <\/span>that<br \/>\ntranslates, for her, into a vibrant kaleidoscope of interests as well as a<br \/>\nquietly buoyant personality infused with warmth. There are many people<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve known who possess the energy, enthusiasm and talent to carry out a<br \/>\nhaphazard lifestyle I might call that of the &#8220;overachieving dilettante&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8211; encompassing various hobbies and activities, but lacking coherence, balance, or<br \/>\na serious intention to pursue them over an extended period of time.<br \/>\nAlmost three years ago, I wrote an entry in my online journal &#8211; an ode<br \/>\nto &#8220;a few good women&#8221;, one of whom was the aforementioned individual.<\/p>\n<div style=\"margin-left: 40px; font-style: italic;\">&#8230;These Harvard women who are academically and intellectually<br \/>\nbrilliant without being socially inept weirdos or unapproachable pricks<br \/>\n(men tend to do that I think- the smarter they are the.. odder.. they<br \/>\nare).. these girls each possess an inner radiance, a kind of quiet<br \/>\nyet strong confidence that tilts their chins up high and gives them a<br \/>\nbuoyant and graceful stride, clear eyes and thoughtful demeanor. I<br \/>\nfind these people incredibly attractive.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>So the xanga of hers I stumbled upon turned out to be relatively<br \/>\nnew<br \/>\nwith only a handful of pages, which was a fortunate thing as I easily could<br \/>\nhave spent the night reading all of the entries (though of course,<br \/>\nI am now spending a precious part of my night typing this entry). They<br \/>\nwere thoughtful, funny, well-crafted accounts, refreshingly devoid of<br \/>\nbitterness, pessimism, pretentiousness, unnecessarily flippant<br \/>\nor crass humor that can depreciate even the most wittily entertaining<br \/>\nand intellectually stimulating composition. There are many things I<br \/>\ncould comment on, such as how I can empathize with her search for<br \/>\nindependence, or how I became acutely aware of my need to exercise much<br \/>\nmore than I am now. But above all, the image formed by her entries &#8211;<br \/>\nthat of an active and happy lifestyle, dedicated to work without<br \/>\nneglecting the good stuff or forgetting to enjoy the present &#8211; made me<br \/>\nhang my head with shame, but also evoked a surge of hope, and renewal.<\/p>\n<p>So a reminder to myself: Work hard now so as to hit the ground running,<br \/>\nbut once things settle down let&#8217;s pursue that elusive balanced state. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today would have to have been marked as a somewhat low point on my happiness scale if it were not for a piece of news and an accidental stumbling-upon of the xanga of an acquaintance from college. 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