The past few months have been pretty chaotic for me. I have been busy with my thesis, busy with work, busy with travel, busy with boys, busy with housemates, busy with housework. Busy with so many things that I have not had time to be still.
But this weekend, almost unexpectedly, I've found myself with nothing pressing to do. And it was lovely! I feel like a human again. And I'm sure that Stressed Out Future Joni will greatly appreciate the freezer full of veggie lasagne she now has!
My thesis is about applying Foucault's theory of ethics of the self to a particular concept: young people's negotiation of their love/sex relationships within the context of 'new media environments'. The lines between my thesis and my personal life - to borrow from that terrible song - are blurred. But unlike that awful song, it's kind of a wonderful thing.
I'll spare you a detailed explanation of the theory (if you wanna know about it, you can read my bloody thesis! Or the 3 volumes of Foucault's The History of Sexuality). Basically, ethics of the self is about developing a particular relationship with yourself. It is about critically engaging with social norms that tell us how to be, and with knowledge that claims to speak the 'truth' about who we are. It is about reflecting on who you are and who you want to be and why. It is about learning to find the boundaries, the limits, of your 'self' and exploring those edges. It is about growing and changing and challenging. But most of all, it is about care. Care for yourself and care for others.
It's been a really beautiful experience for me, doing a PhD on reflexive engagement with the 'self'. Because a PhD is a horrible thing to do, so caring for yourself while doing it is really important! I have learnt so much about myself in this process, and have grown and changed, and am really happy with the person that I have become (though I am not actually happy with my life right now, but, that is a different story).
If you were to read volumes 2 and 3 of The History of Sexuality you would find a rather lengthy explanation of various practices that the ancient Greeks and Romans engaged in as part of their self-crafting. The point of describing these, for Foucault, isn't to give us a 'how to' list, but to show how an active, reflexive engagement with one's 'self' can transform a person into something new. What the actual practices are is of secondary importance; it is what these practices do - what they produce - that matters most.
Finding balance in my life is something that I think I've always struggled with. Doing a PhD has made that struggle a lot harder. There have been times when it has broken me. I have had to stop working on my thesis, in the past, because if I didn't I would lose what little semblance of mental health I still had. I still struggle with finding balance, but I am a lot more aware of what I need to do to care for myself now - to prevent the balance from tipping too far into a place that is dangerous for my well-being.
This has meant learning things about myself and respecting those things. And some of those things have been unexpected. For instance, I've found that while I was working on writing my thesis I required a lot of external stimulation. I needed to maintain an active social life to balance out the intense thinking work I was doing. But as soon as I finished writing my first draft, I didn't want to see anybody! I needed to recharge, and being an introvert, that meant being away from other people.
I have learnt that it is really hard for me to live with other people. I am both more productive and happier when I am living on my own. It's not possible for me to live on my own right now, but this has become a priority for me - to have my own place by the time I turn 32. I'm also happier when I have an animal companion, so, along with my own apartment I will be getting my own cat. Though I'll feel bad about leaving my current feline companion... who spends more time with me than her owner!
Those are big things though, and care of the self can be about really simple things. Like having a weekend to do nothing. Or wearing nail polish. Or alphabetising my DVDs. There are a lot of little things that I have learnt to do to care for myself; I am not going to list them all here. The point is to figure out what those things are for yourself. What makes you happy? What makes you feel better when you're down? The point is to do those things for yourself. Because they are necessary and important! Because what is the point of going through life without enjoyment of it?
