Do you like jumping jacks? Me neither, it makes me pee. I like squats and dumb bells. Similarly, I like grocery shopping— to carry several bags at once to count as arm work out. Oh, and also getting the trash out from kitchen to the garage. I wonder what makes me enjoy it. Two birds in one stone maybe?
I used to go to Burn Boot Camp for group work outs. The style and welcoming environment were perfect. If only I could have managed to keep going with my little kids, who did not want to stay at home or sit in the child watch. I canceled my membership only to notice I still needed to pay for 1/2 of the remaining months. Read the agreements you sign, my friend.
Do you read Ken Cheng’s jokes on linked in? Aren’t they just hilarious? 🤭 In one post, he mentioned that he found a shrinking ray to shrink his —nonexisting— kids. And his life turned out to be wonderful for 72 hours 😂 My husband said sending kids to school is like a shrinking ray. I was giving “wise” old women advice to my lab tech; that 30-40 years are just spent raising kids. I wonder when I will have more freedom to go to a gym or enjoy time out with a friend in a coffee shop.
Did you read about the new concept of “stay at home girlfriend” for the new generation? Apparently these women are choosing to be not married and not working but doing chores with dyson vacuums to post videos on tiktok to be influencers. This could be a personal preference. But where is the legal—binding—responsible aspect of this relationship, when something goes wrong? It sounds like the definition of vulnerability to me. Why do we not advocate for stronger and independent girls??
What is it that I am looking for scroll after scroll in linked in, like seeking deep? There must be some knowledge that will change my life. There must be some key crucial information that I cannot afford to miss. What is it that I need to discover? It surely is not on linked in. It may not even exist.
My qualifying project for my PhD education was on neural crest cell migration. My proposed model was using Xenopus laevis. There is a remarkable turning point during embryogenesis that triggers the migration of neural crest cells, which later on shape the spine of the animal. There are way too many miraculous events happening in embryogenesis. Why did I get stuck on neural crest cells migration? It appeared to be a determined move. Maybe a predetermined path to walk.
What changes, when we are—no longer an embryo—but rather a bigger clump of daughter cells? Maybe we are still walking the pre determined path. Would neural crest cells worry about the decisions they are making or the direction they are headed?
We are hearing stories from friends who received an email from current administration calling them to voluntarily resign with a 8 month payment into the future. I also hear that this trend is spreading, where the promise of 8 month salary may not be kept. At least for now, we have good news that the funded grants will not be impacted. I may have enough time to finish my Masters. I feel proud to know the difference between "relative risk" and "odds ratio" now, and--no they are not the same.
My goals for next week is to do a mouse skin burning experiment, clipping tails, making MetaboanalystR work and my course work. Oh we will also have 30 high school students getting a tour of the labs. I notice these are all sounding very different from each other. Maybe Dr Owens was right, that I am a “kid in a candy store”.
This week, I found myself wanting to snuggle back into my books at the end of the day. Get back into my book and live there for a while. I finished last night the "Keeper of Happy Endings". Now I need a new place to migrate—mentally—and exist in that new dimension.
How do I know if the day I lived was "productive enough"? Was it earned or wasted? How do I know if my scribblings are worth calling a 'blog post'? If you found yourself contemplating and enjoyed being deep in the sea of <ideas seeking connection>, I would call that an earned blog post for the day 👌
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