So I don’t write much lately. I’m busy. What’s a girl to do? I literally feel I must chose between having a personal life and studying. And summer school, good loving god, summer school is for freaks and masochists, of which I am both. Summer school, the thing I will never do again unless I am not working and have no major commitments for at least 8 consecutive weeks. Summer school, a playground for insanity, a breeding ground for paranoia, a battlefield for which I will surely (but with tremendous effort and grace) flummox my 4.0.
The good news: wow, this is sort of hard to say… the good news is that I can concentrate on school next term. And by concentrate I mean to say that I can concentrate on school completely… because I won’t be burdened with this, you know, bothersome stressor called work. I actually can’t believe I’m saying this, and truth be told this is the very first time I’ve written this string of words together and really meant it, I’m leaving my job and going to school full time. Wow. It doesn’t seem real.
I’m lucky Bretty loves me and supports me and we can swing it on one income. I’m still not entirely sure how we’re going to do it, even though I’ve seen it on paper and we’ve talked about it endlessly. It’s just hard to imagine going without one of our incomes for what could be 2 or more years.
Must trust this will work out. It feels scary because it’s so unfamiliar. I’m being positive, though. It will all work out.