Last month I started my MFA program (yes, I'm still completing my MAT program simultaneously), and needless to say, I'm extremely happy and extremely overwhelmed all at the same time, which is an incredibly confusing set of emotions to have. Having the summer off from work is a nice little perk, but work starts again in a few weeks and I'm already anticipating the stress of having to deal with everything all at once.
Since I don't know how to drive (don't judge, road rage is terrifying), I spent an inordinate amount of time on the NYC public transit, and therefore spend all of that time daydreaming about random thoughts that lead to nothing productive whatsoever. I'm usually thinking of what food I want to eat next, and stress makes me hungry. Therefore, I am always hungry and always daydreaming about food. Thus, the flabby limbs and flabby tummy have made an appearance.
Juggling work and school has been a bit of a nightmare, but it makes me feel productive. I'm on the path to achieving all of my goals in life, and that makes me feel very good about myself. I've met way too many people in their 30s+ who complain about wishing they hadn't quit this or given up on that. It is my strongest desire to not be one of those people, ever.
As Florence once said, "Regrets collect like old friends".
No thanks.
I've been pushing myself to make sure I get to live the life I truly want. Of course, I'm probably never going to be a billionaire who sails around the world like Hugh Howey (Hugh take me with you, I swear I won't get seasick), but I can still achieve all of my actually achievable goals and dreams.
Super motivational, I know. It's my new thing, along with yoga. I can't touch my shins without bending my knees, but hey, I'm trying.
Sometimes you have to motivate yourself and put yourself into this positive mindset. Writing blog posts like this are helpful to me, they let me see that I'm heading somewhere (I suggest you try it). Otherwise I get bogged down in all the negative aspects of my life, like how David Sedaris published a book with the same name as mine, and obviously, his is more popular and well-known and bestselling. I'm not bitter, it's not like he knows me and decided to do it on purpose. (David, do we know each other?)
Ironically, I have to read another one of David Sedaris' books for my MFA class. So now maybe I'm a little bitter.