My life is a miracle.
Today I did something that I said I’d NEVER do.
And this is a big deal because, you know, I’ll try anything. Well, except crack, heroin, speed, ecstacy, bungee jumping, chitterlings, accounting, surfing, nipple piercings, you know…crazy stuff.
But today…I walked into an office, met with a counselor and I…
Registered for class.
I start grad school tomorrow.
I can’t believe I’m going back to school.
After my advisor ~Wow~ signed off on my registration form I had to find the registration office to turn it in and I’m wandering around campus ~WOW~ and I ask a woman for directions.
“Sure, I’m going that way, I’ll walk with you,” she says. “So, what’s your major?”
What’s my MAJOR?
What’s my MAJOR?
Wow. Do people still ASK that?
DAYUMMM! I haven’t heard that question in sooo long!
“Um…I’m in the Marital/Family/Couples Therapy program. I’m going to be a relationship therapist,” I reply.
“Oh, that sounds like a Masters program. Is it grad school?”
“Yeah. It is.”
I almost faint.
First of all, lemme tell you. I NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER in my long legged life thought that I would EVER be accepted into ANYONE’s graduate program.
I really fucked up my undergrad GPA. I’ve never taken the GMAT or the GRE or whatever those tests are ANNNNNDDDDDDDDDD I didn’t even apply until mid December.
I got into grad school in less than a month. ~favor and grace~ The process was sooo easy, ya’ll. Seriously it was. All I had to do was fill out a form, write a few essays and fill out the financial aid forms. Oh yeah..I needed two letters of recommendation too. That was the hardest part, but I got those in and all I had to do was wait.
While I waited for my decision, I spoke to everyone I could about what grad school was like and I even interviewed the professors in the therapy program about what I can expect.
I wasn’t so sure that my severe empathy for other people’s problems would make me a good candidate to become a therapist but I was assured that with practice, I could learn to leave other people’s problems at the office, which will serve me in business and in life.
But I see how this new direction will serve me in my life coaching and in my future as an inspirational journalist, speaker and self help novelist. Never heard of those types of books? Me neither. That’s why I’m going to write them. If you recognize a need, sometimes you can’t look to others to fill it. Sometimes, the reason you recognize it, is because it’s up to YOU.
So oh my gosh…I’m so nervous but I know I can do this.
I’m older, wiser and more focused about what I want to do.
So THIS TIME AROUND there will be no:
Drug induced sexcapades and orgies, no skipping class, no frat boys, no pregnancies, no dropping classes, no arrests, no putting men before my goals, no pledging sororities, no dorm rooms, no hanging on the set and absolutely no……
losing focus.
I will make A’s this semester. I will learn as much as I can in order to share as much as I can about personal growth and self healing. I will become a better person because of all of this.
Wow.
And for those who always said, “Damn girl, you need therapy!” Guess what? I’m getting it.
And I hope that we all learn from my life lessons.
I gotta go buy a notebook and some pens. I have class tomorrow.
Lord, help me and my future clients…..
~smile~