Post academic blues

I had no idea how exhausted I was. September 10 I had my official graduation ceremony party and I wasn’t able to do a lot since. Without the need to study, take care of Daughter during the day, or client work, for the first time since…January (or even longer ago?) I had so many hours to fill during the day. It felt really uncomfortable. The first half of 2021 was mainly about being as efficient as I could be, every minute of the day. This month, without many obligations, I could feel the toll that period took on my body and mind. I felt tired so I often slept in the afternoons. I felt restless, unable to enjoy the quiet hours I longed for in previous months. Nevertheless, I clearly needed a few weeks of idle time. C’est la vie.

Then I started reading again. I started making appointments with people. The Man connected me to some people he knows that work in/on/with data. I had several pleasant conversations. Spent some time in the city centre on my own. Had lunch with a friend. I even wrote a new story for Daughter. Slowly my energy levels went up. And now I’m eager to do tackle some of the projects that I had to postpone. Like finding new professionals to interview for my podcast. Or editing that wedding video. Or landing a new client. I’m back and open for business.

Door |2021-09-30T15:27:37+02:0030 september 2021|flow|1 Reactie

Covid Confessions

We were doing so well in June. Then the Dutch government decided it would be a great gift to all people to open up basically everything on June 26th, including nightclubs. Imagine all those young bodies dancing, sweating, drinking, hugging, kissing inside rooms where the air is recycled through many noses, mouths and lungs like it’s 2019. Sure, people needed to show their coronapass before allowed in, but that could be obtained with a quick test, giving you green light to party for 40 hours in a row. And scanning all those QR-codes became a real hassle when you see the row of people waiting to enter grow and grow.

On that day, June 26th, we had a daily count of about 550 new infections. In some countries, that would still be reason enough not to go out and about. Unsurprisingly, on July 1st that number went up and as I’m writing this, July 10th, we counted 10.345 newly infected people in one day. That brings us back to lock-down Christmas 2020. With one week of partying we nullified 6 months of patiently waiting. Well done government. They still can’t seem to grasp exponential growth despite their weekly meetings with the experts.

I feel so angry.

I’m currently studying really hard for a data engineering exam and it’s tough. I really appreciate all the knowledge I’m gaining on how to handle data in data warehouses and data lakes, but it is not inspiring to learn data plumbing. The past month I haven’t been sleeping well, and that led me to spiral down the greyness inside. There was a bright point in the future I clung on to these past few weeks. The idea of travel. Two weeks with just the three of us in a city that I love. Two weeks of reintroducing Daughter to the wonders of going places.

A few months ago the Man took a gamble and reserved a house in Copenhagen for two weeks through Airbnb. I knew it was a gamble, but in June the idea of travel became a realistic scenario. We both receive our second shot the week before we leave, we are welcome in Denmark. As our second shot is only a week before we leave we still need to take a test before entering Denmark, but if that’s the only thing I have to do to be able to enter the Louisiana Museum, check out the shops on Vesterbrogade or get a coffee at The Coffee Collective, no problem. But then June 26th came.

With one week of exam preparation to go (doing the exam coming Friday), the bright point in the future shines very brittle. I guess the Germans put up a fence for their partying neighbours next week (we drive through Germany to get to Denmark) and the Danes put us on the red list, requiring us to quarantine on arrival. Rightfully so.

I have been one of those careful inhabitants of this country who have been taking all the precautions and spent nearly 1,5 years in and around their home. I’ve dealt with it all. Even with a four year old (now five) darting around the house for weeks on end while juggling work, home schooling for her and home schooling for me at the same time. The gift from my government after six months of surviving the greyest of days? I bet another six weeks of staying at home during Daughter’s Summer holidays. At least we both are exempt from home schooling.

As I said. I feel so angry.

Door |2021-07-10T18:35:01+02:0010 juli 2021|flow|1 Reactie
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