You want an update on me? I am happy. I am at peace. I am super effing excited for the future.
I go Wednesday to schedule my classes for next semester at Kent. Because I’ve been on probation for a thousandy years, I’m only allowed to come back part-time, but once I kick the crap out of 12 credit hours, I can begin the process of getting my shitty grades wiped. I have also filled out the financial aid paperwork, as well as officially begged the school to let me HAVE financial aid.
Aside from hoping to get as many online courses as possible, I have no idea what I’m going to be doing. I’ve looked over the list of courses I need to graduate a million times and I still can’t wrap my brain around what I need to do, when. To have added a minor complicates things even further, but the important part is to take things slow and steady, hoping for the best. If I can get out of there in less than six semesters, including summers, I’ll be pleased.
And then comes applying to grad school! Eeeeeeee!!!!
Changes are coming this way, and I’m in the “woohoo!” stage. I have no doubt I’ll eventually circle back around to freaking out, but there’s nothing wrong with freaking out. Man, life is hard! Change is hard! The bigger, the scarier! You can be (and probably should be) terrified, but you can’t stop just because you’re scared. Bravery isn’t the absence of fear, after all. It’s doing what you know in your heart needs done, even if your knees shake the entire time.
With these steps towards my new future, I’m scared, but I know deep down that I’m never alone. I have a loving family and thee best friends a girl could ask for, and even if the whole dynamic of what I’ve known for decades gets turned on its head, I know I’m going to make it to the other side a better person for it. With such promise on the horizon, how could I not run forward with open arms? Something spectacular is waiting for me.