It’s been a while. The job at the coffeehouse, in addition to teaching and (unpaid) academic work, drained all my energies, and—eventually—made me sick. I had to reduce and/or cancel everything I love to do. But in the end that wasn’t enough. And all I did was: work.
So, I had to make choices. Do I want to work to live or live to work?
I love my work—particularly my academic work. But I didn’t love my job at the coffeehouse. And I want to spend as much time as possible with my friends, my hobbies, and, not least: my fantastic partner (who is the best support one could ever hope for).
It wasn’t easy, but I decided to forfeit the social benefits from the coffeehouse job (the very reason why I took this job) to become a full-time freelancer. Scary! It took me a few weeks to finally come to this decision. I weighed the pros and cons and it seemed—and still seems—to be the best decision in my current situation. I am teaching at a new school, but if I have to visit conferences or even want to do fieldwork for a few months, I can come back afterwards. And I am trying to find teaching assignments at a few more universities (already successful in one case).
At the moment, I do not have more time for life, not really, but I feel better. I have more energy than before. And as soon as the scary part becomes a liiiiittle less scary (I don’t expect it to stop being scary any time soon), I will work on my work‑life balance.
So: I’m back. But in the interest of my work‑life balance, I probably won’t write as much as I did in the beginning. At least not for the moment.