Life seems to often vacillate between certainty, indecisiveness, panic, and then calm certainty again...for me, anyway. I read a quote a few weeks back that said, "First it's impossible, then it's hard, then it's done." Isn't that how things go? One week you're freaking out about a deadline or an "impossible" project and the next week you've turned it in and everything is okay. Why do we feel the need to have the freak out in between?
I'm in a sort-of freak out period in my life. There is so much that is left unknown. I guess you could say I'm in the "waiting room". My insurance is up to date, I'm working on filling out paper work (lots of paper work), and soon the nurse will call my name and the doctor will give his diagnosis. Healthy or ill? Fit or injured? Accepted or rejected?
This is going to be a long process: 6 months in the "waiting room" and then another few months for the Doc to make his diagnosis.
This will be a place for me to share my experiences as an undergraduate student going through the process of application and *hopefully* acceptance into a graduate program. I hope to be candid in sharing my struggles and frustrations, witty, and encouraging to those who may be going through the same process.
Life has uprooted me and planted me in a new garden that sometimes gets weeds, but I have a Gardener who takes care to give me plenty of sunshine and lots of water. He pulls the weeds and takes great care to pinch off my bulbs that have died or no longer grow, leaving only the bulbs that will bloom to their fullest extent. It hurts sometimes, but I am more beautiful for it.
Title: Thank you to my friend, surrogate Uncle, and forever-neighbor, Todd.
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