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theeroticlover · 11 months
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Rise and Shine is the only way ahead....
You win some you lose some yet you got to move on....
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ignite · 3 months
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@photomatt's @ignite talk on taking a sabbatical
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jeannereames · 4 months
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Sabbatical!
My sabbatical officially began today! Fall grades submitted, I'm taking off the rest of December. It's been a hard semester. So I'm going to do NOTHING related to academics (or the uni) until January 2nd. Then I'll begin working on the Hephaistion-Krateros court study.
In the meantime, I'm going to edit for some friends, work on Master of Battles, and bake. And cook. And sleep late.
There are still a couple asks I've not got to, but I posted one tonight. I'll tackle the others shortly.
As we go forward in the winter and spring, expect to hear occasional reports on the research, perhaps with some pictures of the (NEW!) upstairs office. I've been saving since I bought this house to fix the upstairs the way I want it. Now, it's down to niggling details, like finding a big enough table (rather than a desk), an office chair that actually fits me (I'm short), and transferring a lot of books from my office to my house. Not to mention unpacking the others I had to box up for the carpet and paint jobs. It did result in me getting rid of some things. And I might finally get around to entering them into an app.
Andbody else used CLZ Books (database)? It was recced to me by someone who uses it, but figured I'd ask. Especially as I have a number of books that don't HAVE ISBN barcodes (or don't have the cover that once had the barcode).
Feel free to rec me one you like better.
Btw, I'm also on Bluesky these days, if you are too. You can follow me there: @mathetria.bsky.social (I was, nominally, on Twitter, but never liked it much even before it became the hellhole it is now....)
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Sometimes you need to quit your job, move across the country to live with your best friend and her family and then.... figure out your life.
Lets be honest I've been studying science and striving in my career for over 20 years. The only time took a break was one summer during my undergrad, but even then I worked pretty much everyday.
And the result:
Wake up, drive to work, sit in front of computer, balance office politics, crappy lunches, emails, pointless meetings, and paperwork.
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when its finally the weekend, you have no energy to anything except laundry, cleaning, groceries, bills and maybe seeing a friend or two.
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I'm suppose to do this for the next 40 years?
I'm supposed to be happy about this?
Grateful for a job that drains all sense of life from my bones?
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I studied environmental science because it was interesting, creative and everywhere. Why am I stuck inside filling out reports? I should be outdoors hiking or collecting samples from a stream in Portugal.
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I simply love learning and trying new things even if I fail completely. Languages, Data visualization, Teaching, Business Management, etc.
More importantly I love sharing knowledge and information.
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Who made the crappy decision that people need to work from 8 to 5. Seriously, most work can be completed in 30 hours a week or less. The number of hours I sat at my desk pretending to have something to do... silly.
So I:
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What am I going to do now?
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N&W
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westi · 9 months
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Vacation within a vacation
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themarydragon · 1 year
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I got up this morning and loaded up my wood stove while the spouse let the dogs outside. They came in and warmed up by the fire while I got their breakfast ready, and my coffee was done by the time the cats had eaten.
Its dry AF so there's a pot of water, with an orange peel, cardamom pod, a cinnamon stick, and a nutmeg slowly steaming on the stove. Its hard to tell where the snoring is coming from, but it's the cat in the window.
I just wanted to share my tiny slice of heaven with all of you. Here, come sit by my fire.
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officialmoebeats · 1 year
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Sabbatical Output 003.
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young-sharknados · 6 months
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Don’t worry, as a testament to my can’t do attitude, I am once again, not dead
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isabellehemlock · 1 year
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Sabbatical Reflections
For those who might have been around last summer, I shared that I was going on a personal sabbatical last year, and I wanted to share that it officially ended on Sunday.  I’ve spent quite a bit of time, especially in the last few weeks, in an introspective state as I contemplated a few statements: 
What did I learn?  How did I grow?
What did I shed?  What did I pick up?
What do I want to apply to irl, and/or fandom spaces moving forward?
And then in the last week I really hunkered down, typing out paragraphs after paragraphs, starting over no less than four times and even including quotes and graphics as I tried to piece together what I really wanted to convey to both loved ones and friends (I can’t even make this up: that doc is legit, 4.6k words holy heck) okrrr . . . so highlights:
But also quick trigger warnings for anyone reading: I can appreciate grief is a sensitive subject, and I promise no big details, outside of like “matter-of-fact” references to cause of death (but no descriptions, names, ages, etc), but yes, there are several references to loss in this post, as well as references to religion (vague) and medical conditions (again, vague).  Just wanted to provide a heads up, in case anyone would like to skip.
I shed forty hours a month of community volunteer work last fall.  Some roles I had picked up years and years ago, before various chronic health issues got worse, and new diagnosis’ were given to several family members.  One role, for example, was supposed to be annual, and I had been doing it for five years, so I was definitely overdue for a break and I was grateful that everyone was very understanding with worsening health issues that it sadly just wasn’t going to be an option for me in the foreseeable future to do scheduled, physical, activities on any kind of consistent basis.
Which meant I now had more free time to spend quality family time, as well as a more balanced half and half routine navigating the (now on average) 25 medical appointments a month our family has, with several creative outlets, and family time (yay!)
Made final promises in August, as a Lay Dominican after four and a half years of study (my religious name in the order is St. Mary Magdalene <3) 
Unfortunately a month into the sabbatical, we learned my mother needs a transplant - we did testing in January, and are getting a second opinion next week! (Feel free to send prayers!)
I opened up a small server space for myself and friends (it’s my happy place).
Joined a few fandom events that have been going well, and just adore helping bring someone's vision to life, and bonus if it's raising money for charity!
Saw my art in print for the very first time by getting to co-organize the @lmzine
Bought my first fandom merch!
Launched the @iwtvbigbang and am so grateful for a lovely mod team, and wonderful, creative participants ✨️
Made my first fandom merch sales (yes, plural!)
But also on an emotionally heavy note: in January, there was a criminal trial (more on that below), and a custody hearing trial in February (also more on that below) for our extended family.
And all in all, about a month’ worth of illness’, colds and viruses when you stack them all together over the months.
Some relationships shifted and I had a better understanding about myself and the lessons I learned along the way.
Though I’ll talk about it more in a week, I hope to expand my art even more this year, but details to follow 😎
So basically, NO BORING moments, that’s for sure! 😅
Okay but what did I take away from all this?  What did I learn, and want to apply to my future?
I know I have been very intentional when it comes to my relationships.  And what I mean by that is to essentially not do anything half assed lol.  I jump in, and want to treasure what I have in front of me while it’s there - I feel the impermanence of time on a deep, core level, and that’s because of both my own chronic health issues, as well as several losses.  Time is a gift.  
For example - summer, especially August is a hard time in our household, because of several grief anniversaries: 
August 2003 - my father had his TBI
August 2010 - a friend from high school got in a car accident, was in a coma for several months before passing away
August 2011 - a family member died by suicide
August 2011 - though we wouldn’t know it until September, our first baby died during the first trimester
July 2018 - a family member was murdered - the killer accepted, then refuted several plea deals, and his trial was this January, he received 45 years.  This family member’s child has been living with his grandparents ever since, and officially, permanent custody has been transferred to them as of February, much to everyone’s joy.
And that’s just the grief aspect, that’s not even going into other kinds of personal trauma - oof.  But hopefully that helps provide some context as to why I really, really, really like to convey how I feel about people while I have them in front of me.  I mean it sincerely, but can appreciate if some might be weary and wonder if it’s love bombing :p  Nah - I just value it while I got it, and try to show my appreciation while I can <3
I have a lot of love to give, and I want to ensure that the people I care about know it, too, regardless of how short or long we are in each other’s lives.  We don’t own one another, we aren’t guaranteed tomorrow, and hey, if the vibes don’t match, that’s alright - life’s too short!  Aging is a privilege we don’t all get!  Let’s make the most of it with the people we do vibe with, who bring us joy in their own unique ways.  No one person can be the person for us, and in a way, that’s because we have to stop treating each other like we need each other to be complete.  
You are a complete and wonderful soul all on your own - the people in your life should be the ones who want you in theirs, who you want in yours, because of joy and happiness and fun and good times and compassion and empathy and authenticity and vulnerability.  I hope you find the people who root for you and your individual growth, who encourage you along the way, and you do the same for them.
So what does this mean for me as I apply the word “intention” further down the line?
As I’ve shared, I’ve done fairly well with labeling my intentions right away, what I’m here for in online spaces - community and connection - what I enjoy (a sort of reverse DNI if you will lol) - core parts of myself (which isn’t to limit who I engage with, but to be honest and forthcoming, to spark that conversation and see if there’s overlap between us, if there’s things we both might enjoy as we move forward and explore friendships - I love meeting people I might not have otherwise met from all across the world, and am so grateful for them and their ability to help expand my perspectives).  And I can honestly say there’s a chunk of friends I’ve maintained years’ worth of friendships with where we haven’t read, reblogged, or commented on each other’s creations lol, or ones I talk to about irl stuff vs fandom, or ones where we enjoy events together, etc etc, it’s a big ol variety and I love that!
But as I shed things, as I carefully calculated my time and energy and reflected on how I spent it before my sabbatical and during, I realized I need to also apply that word “intention” to myself and my time and efforts.  Especially in situations where I come to learn someone doesn’t have the same intentions as I do.  It’s important for my own mental health not to outright dismiss the impact hurtful words and comments might have on me, but it’s equally important for me to embrace that I am worth more than spending my precious time and energy proving I am a good person to some people who have developed a derogatory narrative in their minds based on false assumptions.  I’m just going to keep on shining where I can, take it or leave it, but negative commentary (especially when I ask for clarification in a gentle, genuinely curious kind of way to encourage open dialogue, only to be met with dismissive, or even negative justifications) is the quickest way for me to be done.  
I don’t do subtext.  I don’t do name calling.  No longer asking for permission to exist in a public space with anyone (because that only implies it was up to someone else to decide where I am allowed to be in the first place).  Fuck that noise.  
Sure, in shared spaces, there’s pre-agreed upon rules - basic civility, kindness, and compromises made along the way like in any relationship to ensure not a single solitary vision pummels over decent people.  We all got our social contracts, and I’m just as accountable as the next person.  No one is above, or below, anyone else - equality for all, including myself.  It is not my role in life to be the emotional punching bag for anyone to learn how to practice communicating when they don’t know how to regulate their own emotions first.  Just because I have de-escalating training does not mean that I should have to apply it online, for free, in fandom spaces, meant to enrich my life in social and creative ways.      
I’m gonna herp derp in my corner, enjoying some crack humor, and PG level of chaos. 
I’m gonna draw everything from niche art, to NSFW art, to religious art.
I’m gonna encourage events where people from all over can gather together and root for each other’s creativity.  I'm gonna participate in ones where I help bring someone's vision to life in collaborative efforts that hopefully help someone feel seen and heard and brings joy.
I’m gonna do everything I can to participate, create, and nurture spaces where the weirdo besties assemble.  Where cringe culture is dead.  Where being different isn’t a justification for being othered, but in fact, something to cheer on.  
And that’s what I’ve learned in my sabbatical: that my intentions are deeper than I realized, and that my time and efforts are of value, too.  That I will continue to pour into the relationships where it is reciprocated to the best of the other person's ability.  I’m going to intentionally invest my time and energy into the people who want that out of their fandom spaces, too. 
But the rest?  The rest is just noise that was never meant for me in the first place.  Wish the stranger on the internet well, and move forward with the people who want to invest intentionally with me, too <3
For those who have helped me better understand this about myself along the way, thank you.
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edequalsawesome · 11 months
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It’s the second day of my three-month sabbatical from work, and my schedule so far has been:
Wake up, run a quick errand I hadn’t planned on
Eat a donut as a treat for putting on pants and being momentarily productive
Snuggle and nap with my dog while we both basked in a sunbeam
This is all to say I don’t understand why rich people in general keep going out to amass more wealth and continue being idiots that ruin everything… just go travel to a sunbeam with a snuggly creature and eat a donut, you bozos, it’s great.
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Thank you Christoffer for your kind words! We are glad you had a great Annapurna Circuit Trek! We hope climbing Thorong La Pass was not that hard 😅 ...
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jeannereames · 4 months
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The Importance of Space
Sometimes where we work matters. At least it does for me.
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When my sabbatical was approved for spring of 2024, I assumed I’d do it where I’d spent most of the pandemic: my couch with a rolling laptop desk, and my kitchen table. I have an office at the uni, yes, but have never worked well there. As a grad student, I got used to research in my home space, and I never successfully transitioned to an office somewhere else. I have colleagues who can't work at home, for whatever reason, but I work best at home (even when my son was young).
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For some time, I've planned to renovate my upstairs into an office after my son graduated and moved out, for “when I retire.” In fact, I bought this old (1936) house because it had a lovely open floor plan in the finished attic that just SCREAMS library/office. But it needed a split-AC to better control the temps, and serious updating. I’d even had thoughts of adding a little half-bath. I started saving up for all this as soon as I moved in, but it would cost a lot, so it became what felt like a “unicorn” long-term goal. My work for the ATG Netflix docudrama was to get additional funds towards that renovation sooner than “some day.”
This past summer, I finally had the split-AC done. Nothing else could move forward until that, replacing windows, and the potential half-bath. Yet estimates for the last were out of this world, post-Covid, so I decided to jettison the idea.
THAT meant—around August/September—I realized I might be able to get all the updates done in time for sabbatical.
You have no idea how much this recognition thrilled me. To have My Own Home Office (again), and make it just the way I wanted it (albeit without a half-bath). So, bids commenced. I had a GOAL, and a timeline. My sabbatical would begin January 2nd, 2024. And by golly, I was going to have my office (mostly) ready. That a retrograde Mercury would turn direct the evening of January 1st (my time zone), made me all the more convinced that it was the right date to begin.
Ergo, on top of the crazy teaching load, and editing for the Macedonian collection, I scheduled renovations. I just had to survive through December! It was sometimes anxiety-inducing, and half my library (non-academic) was up there. I had to pack all the books (c.1000+), move them downstairs, then move them BACK. Upside? I’ve been recording them with Library Thing as I unpack and reshelve, so I’ll finally have an accurate list of everything I own, at least at home. I’m also slowly using those same (emptied) boxes to bring home books and files from my uni office, for research. And for Christmas, my dear son made me a pair of custom sized-for-the-wall-space bookshelves, 5 feet by 5 feet. I’m tickled pink.
I even managed to find, after much searching, a desk and office chair that are low enough for a short person (The Struggle Is Real). They arrived just in time to be assembled before Jan. 2nd. It really did feel like FATE.
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Oh, yes…best part. My office is inspired by Chefchaouen, Morocco’s famous Blue City, with bi-colored blue walls, white ceiling and accents, and a terra-cotta toned carpet. The various installers thought I was nuts until they actually saw it complete: ‘Oh, yeah, this really works.’ Um, yes. Yes, it does. Sun-yellow cushion and blue-yellow-white sheer scarf curtains complete it. Plus a beautiful blue-and-white bowl a student brought back from Morroco for me—the first décor I set out along with my reproduction of the gold sarcophagus from Royal Tomb II at Vergina that Beth Carney bequeathed me.
Eventually, once all the bookshelves are in place, I’ll decorate with photos from Macedonia. My dining room features photographs I took in Rome + a little Greece, the living room is mostly Greece…but my office? That’ll be Macedonia. Virtually all the pictures in the house (with a couple exceptions) I took myself.
There's still a lot more to do; less than half the books are unpacked. My white board isn't up yet, some furniture is still downstairs, BUT.
Today, I unpacked the Loebs I’d brought home, onto my new desk, and started organizing my research. 😊
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staycationzine · 2 years
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pixominia · 11 months
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byjk · 1 year
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https://www.kolbwebinc.com/what/security-confidence-and-momentum
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officialmoebeats · 7 months
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Sabbatical Vibes 008
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