Yesterday, was a pretty good day. I got accepted to grad school, despite being a late signup. I am actually a week behind. It was pretty exciting to be registered and starting on something that I've been thinking about for awhile. But that was yesterday.
Today, I am trying to get caught up - watching last week's lecture, ordering textbooks, and prepping for class tomorrow night. I am deep in the real -- real life with real time frames and kids, husband, laundry, cats and fish.
I love school. I mean, OBVIOUSLY, I love school, but sometimes I find all the nitty gritty of class a bit dull. It is the same way that I feel about a new book - even a textbook. It is pretty, and shiny and glorious, but then later when I am working my way through chapter three -- it feels less glorious. It is also the way I feel about going for a run -- I am pretty excited to start, but somewhere around mile three, it feels like work.
Today feels a little bit more like work. I was trying to manage everything, plus The Girl wasn't feeling great. I am very fortunate. My husband is super supportive, and my kids are pretty good natured. They've seen me do schoolwork before and they understand when I've got work to do.
I hope that my going to school won't impact my 500 words, but I suppose it might. Of course, there's no law that says I absolutely, positively have to write every single day. Although, after 191 days, it feels right to write every day. I think it would feel pretty strange to skip it at this point.
I always feel this way after I start something; a little excited and a little unsure. I fluxiate somewhere between thrilled and terrified. But I remind myself what my middle school principal once said to us right before state testing. "This is just for now. The stress and worry you feel is real, but it is only for now. Later it will be gone." I've said that to myself a LOT since we were in that huge gymnasium taking about to take the test that would determine our high school place/future/everything. He was right, of course. It was temporary, and later new stresses took its place. So the concerns I have for starting late and wondering what I got myself into, and how I'm going to squeeze it all in -- on top of an already crazy schedule -- well they will fade too, as I move forward down that road.
I just gotta keep moving. You keep moving, too.