Leslie, every challenge is a stepping stone to a happier place than you even knew existed.
Oh, the magic,
Leslie, one day soon you will be exceedingly glad for this very path you now tread.
Apparently the Universe understands the support I'm going to need for the next couple of weeks, as the fall quarter winds down and all my projects come due. It is usually during this (crunch) time of the quarter that I begin to really question what I'm doing and why I'm doing it.
Even though I now see myself going in a different direction in my life and career, I do not regret taking on this massive project known as graduate school. My degrees in English may or may not figure into what I ultimately end up doing for a living, but they are reminders of the things that I love: language, stories, poetry, writing, reading, metaphor, allusion.
Before I was anything, I was a writer. I am a writer, to this day.
And now, to finish out this quarter, I must write. Write until my hand hurts, write until I have no words left, write until I'm crying from frustration.
I'm counting on it leading to a peaceful place.