I told myself I wouldn’t do this. I told myself I would start a website with a blog, and I wouldn’t fall into the patterns of blogs of christmas past where I start strong and end weak. Well, life just gets in the way. Blogs don’t write themselves, right? But time doesn’t free up itself, and I am stuck in a VERY hard and VERY busy Master’s program right now.
I’ve thought about dropping out, and I’ve thought about transferring. Neither of these options are viable. I have to be strong and tough this out. I’d much rather have some kind of regular income from a full time job that only takes up approximately 40 hours a week of my life, but alas, I have to get this Master’s degree in order to successfully attain that job.
There are some things I have realized about myself along the way, though:
1. My writing is not bad, but I am a terrible writer. As my friend Sam would say, “By the end of a paper, Rose has written a negative number of sentences.”
2. I am doing this to make my family proud, namely, to make my Grandmother proud. She took to calling me “Dr. Bloom” when I started the program.
3. I love to learn at my own pace.
4. I love to teach material I am interested in.
5. I hate love the rain, but I hate how dark it is up North.
6. I am terrible at keeping up relationships over long distance.
7. Fiber arts are VERY important to my sanity.
8. Reading a book before bed makes me capable of sleeping without having those panicking dreams all night where I missed the test, failed the homework, forgot my writing utensil, etc.
9. I am a terrible multi-tasker. It’s all or nothing. Either I am doing 14 things poorly, or I can only do ONE thing.
10. Colorado is the best state in all of the U.S. I miss the sun! I miss the lack of vegetation. I miss my family, my friends, the snow, and, strangely enough, the Denver Broncos.
Here’s the plan. I am going to “toughen up.” I am going to make it through this. I am going to come out well for the wear, and life will be good. Anyone (including the voices in my head) who says otherwise deserves a swift kick in the pants.