During my years as a Ph.D. student, I found myself for the first time in a familiar routine. For four years, my life settled into a predictable rhythm—weekly meetings with my supervisor, seminars to attend, research projects to juggle, students to teach. Even my personal life found its groove: Sunday apartment cleaning, Tuesday meal prep, Thursday laundry cycles. It was steady, purposeful work—not exciting, not stressful, just the consistent effort required to maintain my standing. I wasn...
