I finally sent out all of my applications for graduate school on Wednesday night. I spent the whole day editing personal statements. I sent some to a peer and a former teacher. I was able to bang them all out in four hours. The last hour was stuffing envelopes, printing out statements, and making sure everything was correct.
After I dropped off those applications, I felt free and ready to celebrate. Celebrate what, you ask? The end of applications! It’s the end of a stressful year full of decisions, the GRE, and writing for a group of folks that may hate my writing style. Very harrowing experience.
What can I take out of this? I learned I can do anything I want to do and that even when I feel smothered and beat down into the ground, I pick myself up off the ground and keep walking. Nothing can stop me. Even when I’m not in the best mood, I move forward; I accelerate.
I look forward to what the next year will bring and what kind of writing I’ll be doing!
Next up, a two week vacation to the Caribbean. Pretty nice for an unemployed gal like myself, right? What a wonderful way to celebrate.