I like that I’m still figuring my life out.

This is a rather large revelation for me. I’m generally someone who has a plan for every minute of everyday, and if a plan doesn’t work I always have a plan “b” or “c”. I’ve been getting a bit discouraged that I still haven’t heard anything from the Masters program, and I was talking to a friend who is also applying for Masters programs. We were having the same concerns about what to do with our lives depending on the response from our respective schools and I made a joke that we’ll just hang out and keeping working.

I may have said it as a joke to try and make our situations seem less stressful, but I realized that even if neither of us get accepted to our schools life is still going to go on and we’ll both probably be Ok. Sure we both had a plan for our future, but it doesn’t mean that if that one plan fails we don’t have a future.

It just means that we both will need to reevaluate what we want to do with our lives. I’ve seen friends get in Masters programs who love it, and others who don’t. I have some friends that are happy without getting a second degree and they already are doing something they enjoy. It is the curse of the newly post graduate. We’ve had our lives pretty structured for us until now and this new lack of direction is a bit startling. Despite the fact that I tend to have a plan for everything I actually like that I don’t have anything really set in stone right now.

I’m surrounded by some of the best friends I could ask for, and I like the life I have right now. Yes, there are certainly some places in my life I’d like to improve, but overall I’m doing pretty well for a 22 year old.


It’s Super Bowl time!

I am an infrequent watcher of football, but I still have a fondness for the Denver Broncos. Needless to say I’m pretty happy they get a chance to win another Super Bowl. I do find myself in rival territory because the Seattle Sea Hawks are also going to the bowl. So, I’m going to support the blue and orange quietly. When the Sea Hawks won last night there were fireworks outside of our apartment. I like an occasional football game, but that kind of dedication to a game is a little over my head. 

I will still be wearing my Champ Bailey shirt the day of the game if I don’t work. I certainly don’t want to go outside wearing it. People can get very possessive of their football teams…

Statement regarding the Super Bowl aside, I’m having a rather productive morning. That never happens. I never even get a post up on this blog until later in the afternoon and here it is, 8:21am my time, and I’m managing to form somewhat correct sentences. 

I’m almost ready to send of my application. I just have to finish applying for FAFSA. They honestly ask you some seemingly unimportant questions. Trying to fill this out right after getting married and having the name change, reorganizing bank accounts, and moving is creating a bit of a hassle.

Luckily, I still have a while before the actual due date so if I need to postpone my application until I get everything set up with FAFSA it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Assuming I get a loan I’ll be paying it off for years to come, but if it lets me go back to school I’m all for it. Then I’ll be a starving educated writer. An obvious improvement. 🙂

Well, enjoy the rest of your day!

Happy Reading.


The problem with being 22

This isn’t some rant about what a typical 22-year-old might complain about. It’s about my potential Master’s. I had a conference call with the director of the program and some other potential students last night and it went really well. It sounds like what I want from my Master’s and the program as a whole is committed to making your writing better. 

The only problem is that a lot of the people who are applying are averaging in their mid thirties. There was no one else on the call who was my age. The director mentioned that they don’t often accept people who are my age because they don’t think they will take the program seriously. I understand that because there probably aren’t a great deal of people my age who are willing to get a degree in writing fiction. That may not be the case for all, but I think that it is a hobby for some more than a profession. I think that’s the kind of people they don’t want to accept because it won’t fit either side well. It does make a lot of sense, but I know that isn’t me so I’m frustrated because I now have to struggle to show them that despite my age I can handle the work load. 

I’m still going to apply and hope for the best, but I’m certainly not going to apply thinking that I’ll stun them with my glorious prose and they’ll have no choice but to accept me. I’m going in level headed knowing that it’s going to be a fight to get in, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ok, rant done. I hope you are having a wonderful Tuesday afternoon, dear readers.

Happy Reading.