Six Days In…


I can never start a semester without some sort of drama, and Spring 2017 is proving itself to be no different. (Why Jesus?)

I knew changing jobs would mean I’d have to make some adjustment, but I was extremely careful with how I arranged my schedule so it wouldn’t make that big of a splash. What’s that they say about the best laid plans? I have no idea, but I’m sure it goes something like: even the best laid plans go array.

So now I’m looking a semester with only one class ahead of me.

For those of you who haven’t been working on your bachelor’s degree for the past 10 years (I haven’t either, but it sounds more dramatic that way), this might not seem like a big deal, it might even seem logical, as I am working 40 hours a week. For me however, it’s set back. My goal is to graduate May 2018 and I refuse to be deterred from that. I only have thirty-nine hours of credits left before I can graduate, and if I (could have) took 9 credits this semester, 9 in the summer, 12 in the fall, I could easily have finished up the remaining 9 in the summer and happily accepted a job in …….. or Austin Texas (where my bestie lives).

Why are you in such a rush? – This quote from He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named  was one that frequently ruffled my feathers.

Because, dude.

I’m kind of ready to get on with my life. Have my own place, actually have a boyfriend, be able to have all my animals in one location, be on my own again; and for that I need money, and for money I need a bachelors degree. Not too mention, I do kind of want that masters degree, which will also cost money and time, and I do kind of want to have kids at some point. THAT’s why I’m kind of in a rush.

But God is saying no.


I’m going to be ok with this. This is fine. I’m fine. We’re fine.

Narrator: But everything was NOT fine. Stay tuned for the next episode of “I don’t know how I got here…”