Ever since I graduated with my bachelor's degree I've talked about getting an MFA. It was always this eventually/someday/maybe when Joony's older kind of dream, though, and I would mention it casually sometimes to friends and wistfully sometimes to David but it was tucked safely in the back of my mind.
I have this image in my head of the person I am, this idealistic way I see myself, and I haven't been doing things lately that move me closer to actually being that person. I like to think of myself as a yogi and a voracious reader and a serious writer and in reality, the main thing that my free time is producing is an advance in Mad Men episodes on Netflix. I've been so doubtful of myself and my creative abilities that it was easier to dream about doing really cool things than to actually do them and risk failing.
or my sweet neicey-poos, of course. I'm not a monster here). The best part is that with an MFA in Creative Writing my thesis is a work ready to send off to agents to work towards publication, which is perfect because I have this vampire novel I'm dying to get published, har har har.
So I'm talking to online universities, and sitting down to write every day because a big part of the application process is a couple pages of writing, and wondering if there are scholarships for 20-something white moms going back to school online, and sprucing our office into an awesome creative space, and feeling hopeful and smart and brave and excited. It's a good place to be.
OH - these pictures are from my graduation from BYUI and picture goddess Kate took the top one and I still love those pictures so much. She totally captured the pride and excitement we were feeling and ohmygosh I miss that BFF of mine every single day.
*I actually do still want to be a doula someday, I have to add a caveat for that one. That is also a passion, just not the right one for this season of life.