I did something terrifying today. For the first time since I have been working full time, I also registered for a full time course load in school. I will now be working a 40 hour week and trying to hold down 12 credits while still tending to other duties. The things I will be studying and the work I will have to manage are all things I love, and because I have that love for them, I am hoping I will handle it all smoothly.
Typically, about 3 1/2 weeks or so into every semester, I panic, feel overwhelmed, and beg the universe to let me drop all of my classes. I haven't done that in a while now, but that is mostly because after I figured that it happened EVERY semester, I told the man in charge of my life - "no matter what I say, DON'T let me drop these classes". He held me to that. When it happened again, as it was bound to do, he reminded me that I told him this was going to happen. He made me keep going and I succeeded. I'm going to keep going this time too, and I will succeed.
If I survive my January class and all 12 of my spring credits, I will finish the spring semester with only 28 more credits until I graduate. I suppose that makes spring the semester I have to start thinking about graduate school a little more seriously. These thoughts alone are a little intimidating, but if you want something, you can't just sit around and hope it happens. You have to make it happen.
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