I have been teaching.
I have written angst-ridden poetry (it comes to me when I’m driving home, late at night).
I have shaved my head.
I have been coming to terms with my identity.
I have made plans – trips to Oxford, and to Cairns.
I have been marching.
I have found the right words to describe myself.
I have been writing, always writing.
I have experienced my first rejection.
I have gone to a concert, and closed my eyes as if it were a private performance.
I have found my academic peers.
I have woken up early, and sat at my desk drinking coffee with a kitten on my shoulder.
I have been marking essays.
I have started doing yoga, forgotten to do yoga, and then started to do yoga again.
I have learned how to send cold emails.
I have gotten rid of some plants (there are only 40 now).
I have been ruthlessly editing (my writing, my social media presence, my history).
I have shaved my head, two more times.
I have felt powerful.