Radical thought, oh my academic friends: take at least a week off this holiday break. Like, off off: don't check your work email, don't work on your syllabus, don't try to revise that article. If you are someone's supervisor or someone's boss, for goodness sake, be explicit that you hope those who report to you do not work or check email or 'get ahead' or 'work on a project' over the break.
I hear the howls of protest already: but I'm so behind! It's my only chance to not be interrupted! I need to get ahead! I have all these loose ends! Everything is on fire! But I like working every day of the year!
No. I mean, let me try to be empathetic here: I know you feel a lot of pressure, but working straight through the holiday is only going to make it worse. Worse right away because you will feel lousy and exhausted and exploited. Worse later because people will expect you to be always working. Worse for everyone else who would really like work life balance because you are setting a precedent for not needing it. So, no.
Are you tired? Has the term been tough? Have you studied / taught / researched / served with all your might, juggled too many things at once, set lofty goals and not quite reached them, dropped a couple of things? Me too. Also, everyone else. Take a break, soften, rest.
Do you have a big term coming up at the start of January? Writing deadlines, new prep, admissions season, lofty goals you're not quite sure you can reach? Me too. Also, everyone else. Take a break, build up a little cushion of restedness to be ready to tackle January when it comes.
The longer I do this the more I understand the values of boundaries. This job will take any amount of time you throw at it, and ask for more, and the work will still never be done. So I set boundaries: this amount of time for course prep and no more. A dedicated writing appointment every time for 60 minutes. No work emails after 5 pm (and if I write them after that, I wait until morning to send them). Take the weekends off (unless I am overcome by an urge to write). This makes me more productive and more relaxed--it's true.
And I'm setting boundaries not just on a daily or a weekly basis: I'm setting semester boundaries. This means, particularly between Fall and Winter semesters, when my family celebrates Christmas, I take a break. Don't work. Sleep in. Read novels. Go sledding. Drink mimosas at 10am. Hit the Boxing Day sales. Hang out with friends and family.
The best part is digging out my office keys on the first day back, walking down the hallway to my office, and seeing everything with fresh eyes. It feels like I've been away. It's fresh, a little strange. I'm ready to go.
Everyone deserves this feeling.
When I was a grad student I used to fly home for the holiday with half a suitcase full of books. I never read them. They were heavy to carry. I felt an ambient looming guilt over not reading them when I was out walking in the snow or sipping egg nog. I felt regret when I dragged them all back to Edmonton unread, starting the semester feeling like a failure.
As as prof, I'm very, very careful to not give my own students anything to do over the break. No really late paper submission deadlines so that they write all through the holiday, no pre-semester reading list or assignments. No chapter revisions for my supervisees. Nothing.
You need a break. I need a break. I assure that I myself take one every year at this time and I'm still employed and relatively successful. And happy.
So my holiday wish for you is: visions of sugarplums, and not Zizek, dancing in your head, for at least a week. You can do it. You deserve it.