Sometimes I get asked how life is after the PhD. This is often by people who are doing a PhD. I think perhaps they are looking for reassurance that there definitely is life after a PhD.
There is life after a PhD but it has been less glamorous than I had previously envisioned. Only one person has seriously called me Doctor (I think I blushed a little). I haven’t suddenly scaled the career ladder in an impressive superhero leap. I have given advice to several people who asked me for help with their research though. I have also done a bit of guest lecturing. I am trying to publish my research but this is slow process.
I am very happy to have graduated but life after the PhD can still be stressful as I try and make it in the world career-wise, especially in the field of conservation. There have been a couple of articles released recently about how challenging gaining employment in conservation is and also about how moving straight into secure employment after a PhD is becoming less common. Conservation and academia are for the thick-skinned.
To de-stress and because I just like doing it, I sew. Yes, sew – a needle pulling thread – sew. I feel a bit like a granny or one of the characters from Little Women holding my needlepoint but I don’t mind one bit. There is a sense of serenity in following a pattern that works out without thinking too much and stabbing a needle up and down through the fabric while making steady progress towards a bigger goal.
I remind myself of my mother. A lot of my childhood memories are of her sewing or knitting in the evening while we watched TV or played. She always seemed so calm. Sometimes I notice that one of my long blond hairs has gotten stitched into the pattern. It’s maybe a bit creepy but I don’t mind and I keep going, letting it become part of the fabric. I don’t purposely put them in like people who knit jumpers from their dog’s hair (now that’s creepy). I hope there are a couple of accidental strands of my mother’s hair stitched into her pictures.
It’s taken me a year, hours upon hours, and I’m nearly finished this pirate ship cross stitch for Noggs. Just a bit of detailing on the top to go. Then I’ll try to make friends with someone who owns an iron so it looks a bit smarter before I get it framed. I don’t know who this friend will be yet but we are going to get on like a house on fire (hopefully not due to the iron being left unattended).
Next up, I might dabble in a pattern from this book.
One day, I hope I will be able to finish up the cross stitch my mum had only half finished when she passed away.
Finally, I’m putting it out there that I reckon cross stitch might become the new trendy thing for a while. Like how Sam and I went to a fish nibbling foot spa called Dr Fish in South Korea and then fish foot spas popped up all over the UK. Or how I loved pulled pork long before it was adopted on menus across the UK and even in South Africa. Cross stitch could be the next big thing, I’m telling you, so get your embroidery hoops out and embrace your inner granny or granddad.