Little ego boosts.

I updated my curriculum vitae today, because some people we work with need to include it in a grant they're sending out.

I remember, when I was in graduate school, paging through the CVs of people applying for Assistant Professor positions and worrying that I'd never make the cut. They had so much professional activity! They looked so imposing!

Now the most basic and pared-down version of my CV (no description of research interests, no section on departmental service) is four pages long. I have eleven publications - ten journal articles and a book chapter. I have fourteen presentations at academic conferences listed. (I've done more than that, but I drop presentations off my CV when I've published the exact same material as an article, and I don't list ones for which I'm not the first author unless they're extremely important presentations.)

I have, in short, something that looks exactly like a real grownup's CV. An early-career grownup, sure, but still.

Weird.

Update: My boss just gave me her CV to fax out as well. It's thirty-six pages long. Okay, that puts things in perspective.

Holy cow!

I think I'm feeling the baby move.