pause in the threshold
Tomorrow is my first day of graduate classes.
If all goes according to plans, two years from now I'll be starting my last semester of work on my masters degree. I have a spreadsheet made up, showing when I'll take classes and when I'll make payments and how it all fits together. Still I have to laugh at the idea that anything could possibly go according to plan for two whole years. It just seems implausible.
Maybe because Tyler started his masters two years ago and they've been some of the most eventful years of my life so far. We're jobs and apartments and births and deaths and fights and adventures away from when he started. None of my spreadsheets were even close. I feel really good about where I am in life and the decision to start this program, but also very much aware of the folly of prediction and planning. Not scared, but aware and amused. Happy to keep with the things I've got going. Ready to start something new.
I have no idea who or where we'll be in two or five or ten years, but I'm excited about it. It's entirely possibly we find ourselves two years from now here, in this apartment, in these jobs, in lives that very much resemble the ones we lead now. I'm not counting on it, but it's pretty nice to note that I wouldn't mind.
So cheers! To whatever the next two years may bring.
If all goes according to plans, two years from now I'll be starting my last semester of work on my masters degree. I have a spreadsheet made up, showing when I'll take classes and when I'll make payments and how it all fits together. Still I have to laugh at the idea that anything could possibly go according to plan for two whole years. It just seems implausible.
Maybe because Tyler started his masters two years ago and they've been some of the most eventful years of my life so far. We're jobs and apartments and births and deaths and fights and adventures away from when he started. None of my spreadsheets were even close. I feel really good about where I am in life and the decision to start this program, but also very much aware of the folly of prediction and planning. Not scared, but aware and amused. Happy to keep with the things I've got going. Ready to start something new.
I have no idea who or where we'll be in two or five or ten years, but I'm excited about it. It's entirely possibly we find ourselves two years from now here, in this apartment, in these jobs, in lives that very much resemble the ones we lead now. I'm not counting on it, but it's pretty nice to note that I wouldn't mind.
So cheers! To whatever the next two years may bring.