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I've been wanting to keep this blog light hearted and fun, but man o man what a day I've had.
Yesterday I had to come home early because I was getting sick, and today it was on. I didn't get out of bed until some vague afternoon hour. I thought some chicken soup would be in order so I chopped up some veggies, threw them in a pot with some broth and a little spice and let it be to simmer for a while.
Then I had an afternoon tea with my good friends Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte. After all of season 5 disc 2 had run it's course, I found myself stumbling down to the mailbox, kind of like a Russian spy darting behind the tree and somersaulting up to it less my neighbors see my horrible bedhead and crumply clothes.
And then the day decided to take itself a severe left towards the worse.
There in the mailbox, sitting quietly and calmly in the back was a small thin envelope, one that I've been running out to the box daily waiting for.
I got rejected from grad school. I was at the very least hoping to get on the wait list but this was a flat out rejection. It hit me like a sock to the gut.
Last year, preparing to apply, it was a rough year. Between working full time, a good solid course load in school, stressing over the gre, having a new home we were renovating, being a newlywed, getting my new pup..it was a heavy stressful year. A year I was so relieved to get behind me. Only now? It's right back in front of my face.
I feel at a crossroads. Everyone has something they are good at, everyone seems to have direction. Do what you love, the money will follow. All these cliched things, but I am still struggling to find out what my purpose is. I'm trying to do a little soul searching to find out if I'm on the right path and just need to patiently wait another year and reapply, or am I on the wrong path altogether?
And so I sit, melancholy, dejected, wondering what to do next.