So, I have a masters degree. That’s a little strange. It’s odd that this incredible sense of “lostness” that I have indicates that I have another degree. What’s even the point? I’m not sure. I never really was sure, as I’m not one to strive to climb the corporate ladder, or any ladder for that matter. What I do know is this: those classes kept me grounded and sane–and distracted–through the most difficult almost two years of my entire life. What would I have done with myself if I had not had my coursework to throw myself into? To stress about? To celebrate? To channel my emotions? I truly believe I would have gone nuts.
Some might say that I don’t have a child yet because I needed to get school finished. Well, that might have something to do with the timing. I believe, rather, that I have a masters degree because God knew it would be the only thing that would get me through this trying time (other than Him, of course!). I don’t not have a child because of my masters degree; I have a masters degree because it wasn’t quite time to have a child. Interesting, looking back on it, how school ended up having such a unique purpose in my life.
What am I going to do without school? I am still not “with child”, so here I sit. Feeling rather lost. Out of the past 25 years, I have been in school for 19 (not counting pre-school, because that’s really more about socialization and learning to jump really high). During my marriage, I have been in school for 2 of the three years! Married people–what do you do with your time??
I guess I’m glad I have a masters degree. I’ve always excelled at school, so it is fun to know that I have accomplished this. I met a great group of people while doing it, and discovered things about myself that I never knew. I may end up teaching because of it. Hey–maybe that’s what I’ll do with my spare time. I’ll go back to school.