Friday Afternoon Confessional: With pizza on a bagel…
I confess that I got a job in Chicago. That effectively means that I have no large-scale problems in my life currently.
I confess that my rule of thumb during grad school was that one out of the three areas of money, academic success, and relationships had to be screwed up at any given point, yet that no longer holds true. The main potential problem — how to get by between the end of my Kalamazoo contract and the beginning of the new one — looks like it will not be a problem in practice. I have a solid and very satisfying relationship. In addition to the academic success represented by the job, I continue to have great opportunities in terms of my research and writing. What’s more, it looks like this trifecta will persist indefinitely.
I confess that this unaccustomed contentment has led me to actively seek out things to worry about. The main candidate has been flagging sales for Awkwardness, but those concerns are hard to take seriously for very long — I’ve sold more than enough for the publisher to break even, I’ll make some amount of money from it, and I already have a contract for the sequel. I’m going to keep trying to promote it, but what more was going to happen, realistically? I’ve also worried about traffic at AUFS, but the time-tested method of “posting more” has led to traffic more in line with expectations. Other than that, all I have left is seasonal allergies, and those haven’t been too bad outside of one day.
I confess that this is partly why I’m trying to recruit a new confessional writer — my upbeat optimism is totally contrary to the spirit of this weekly exercise. People say that The Weblog stopped being any good once I became happier (roughly when I started the PhD, which shows what a low point I was starting from), and now that I’ve reached the best state I can reasonably expect, I confess that the only way to save The Weblog is to get rid of me as a main-page poster altogether.
My co-bloggers have done so much to make The Weblog what it is today. Can you, potential confessor, really sit back and let my happiness destroy all that? Look into your heart. Look into your soul. Look into the heart part of your soul (which I guess is like a ghost, in this imagery? And includes all the organs?). You know you want to lead the internet in confession. You know you long to take over the longest-running uninterrupted weekly blog feature in the entire world.
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