Luckily, I still get to do fun things from time to time but it's still not quite how I imagined it. Instead I'm constantly trying to find some study, some evidence that what I'm doing is right. Bah! It's like writing a thesis over and over again. Maybe I need to go back to school so I have something else to write about. My husband would probably refuse though. He made me promise to be done with school...at least until we were done paying for the four combined degrees we just finished.
Something dangerous happens in graduate school--suddenly your opinion matters. Suddenly you're writing for conferences and sending your papers to well-known professionals in your field. Suddenly you're the one with answers and a "specialty" that others don't have. Suddenly YOU'RE the invited guest to teach a lecture in a class. So, now that I don't have an audience for my rantings about Lacquer's one-sex theory or bell hooks' black-feminist arguments I turn to what I feel passionate about now--mommying. And now, I write and read about THAT all the time. I absolutely love it and hate it at the same time. Someone save me from myself!