So as most people in my life know I have spent this past year work towards, then applying to graduate school. Specifically clinical psychology Phd programs.
That was THE PLAN.
And, as many of you know, I have failed miserably. Not that I am not a good candidate, it just wasn’t working out. Recently, as it became more and more obvious that THE PLAN wasn’t happening, I began to look at, and forward to different options. One of which was masters in Social Work programs. Another of which was joining the FBI (really, not kidding, I swear.)
Fast forward to yesterday.
I was home from work, sick and miserable when I went to get the mail. There it was, sitting innocently in the mailbox, cradling the junk mail.
The BIG ENVELOPE.
I felt like it was 2006 and I was getting a college acceptance letter.
It was from Smith College School of Social Work. As I opened it I started to panic. As I read the word CONGRATULATIONS! I started to hyperventilate. And when I read the date May 30, 2014, I burst into uncontrollable, panicking, hyperventilating sobs.
Naturally, getting into an amazing program that I really, REALLY want to attend ended in a total mental breakdown. ‘Cause that is how I roll.
Now don’t get me wrong. This is amazing news. I am super excited and all the wonderful things that come along with big opportunities.
But I am also a neurotic control freak, long distance planner, with transition anxiety. Who has 70 days to move across the country.
The next couple of months should be interesting. Shit. just. got. real.