Everything about a graduate education feels right. I’ve been sitting on my hands for the past seven and a half months in preparation for this. And I’m not a patient person.
A graduate degree, someone who’s also heading there told me recently, is a way to bypass working your way up through the ranks of an organization. It’s a way to fast-track your career by five to seven years. That sounds like what I want, I think. After five years of working ‘jobs’ and ‘gigs’ since graduating from undergrad I feel very ready for a ‘career’.
School also feels right; it feels like a proper re-centering as I shift careers and shift priorities in my life. It feels like an appropriate way to focus my energies away from “crazy-making” behavior and onto myself. Drawing up a five year “Must Have and Nice to Have” list, I found that I’ve built up a real desire for financial stability, which I estimate can only come from taking increased responsibility for my own life.
It all seems to fit so well. Enter panic.
What if I can’t make it work? What if I can’t afford to make it work? Do I put all this rightness on hold and reassess, fearing that not moving will push me into depression? Or do I forge ahead with the hope that what is right will work itself out?