Today was a challenge: this morning, as part of a coordinated national effort, New York’s base for the Occupy Movement was forcibly evicted from Zucotti Park. I consider myself a bystander at best, a witness to what they do and their strategies for pushing back against an overwhelming goliath. But, I didn’t realize how much I needed them until they were kicked out of the park. When we heard the news, both my husband and I were distraught. We started lashing out at each other, over oatmeal of all things, simply because we were so mad we needed to take it out on someone, anyone.
Since I couldn’t do anything but watch Twitter, I went to the gym. A. needed some playtime with other kids and I needed to run my ass off for an hour. It didn’t help.
Sitting down to write this afternoon was a no-go. I received some kind advice from the internet (thanks @lizgloyn, @phd2published, and @ThomsonPat). I also reached out to a friend wherein we discussed OWS in the context of trying to finish our dissertations and struggling with our history of union activism. Today was an “all hands” kind of day and I’m suddenly very thankful to all of the great people in my analog and digital life. I’ve been in a funk for the past week or so about not getting the right kind of advisement or not being far enough along when, in the end, I’m not doing this to for my advisor nor is there any other measure for how I should do this other than the way that I’m doing it. I write because I love what I do and I’m lucky enough to have allies who see its value as I do.
As for Occupy Wall Street, hang in there guys, I’ll see you November 17.