I'm in limbo.
Since the end of February, I've been here in this weird space: I sent my dissertation to my committee, and apart from some copyedits I finished this week, there's been very little to do related to it. But starting new projects feels weird because I'll have to drop them to make revisions after my defense next week. In other words: I'm not finished but there's nothing much to be done either. I'm just here, waiting.
Writing in limbo is uncomfortable. This week, I've made lots of notes toward a new project that's tangential to my dissertation research, and I've created content for this blog and the one I write about my research as I prepare for new avenues on both. But much as I look toward the new, I'm still here, waiting and not yet ready to step into that new space.
So instead of my usual writing habits, I'm reading a lot, not just in Areas Closely Related to My Research but in areas I'm just curious about—religious home life and the church as a site of community, everyday feminism, and most enjoyably, food, especially this brunch cookbook (unlike most books, I read it cover to cover).
As I prepare for a a new journey, reading is filling up my creative tank and giving me energy for what lies ahead.