So for the last month or so I have been diligently (voraciously?) preparing for my impending return to school. I bought the books, reorganized my apartment in a more study-friendly way, even canceled my cable and donated my TV to remove my single largest distraction and help offset the costs of registration fees. So while the rest of my life continued to flounder along in uncertainty (should I buy a house, change the job, reconsider the relationship?), the promise of school gave me purpose and direction... gave, you ask? You caught that, huh?
Yes, gave. You see, after all that, the program didn't meet its minimum enrollment and was cut last week. So no school for me, after all. At least not this year. Talk about having the rug pulled out from under you. And I still don't feel like I have my footing back yet.
The good news is that my enrollment has been guaranteed for next fall (should they get enough people then), so at least I won't have to re-apply. As for the rest, I'm trying to remain philosophical. Now I have the chance to address some of those other issues which could very well have turned an exciting learning adventure into a high-stress nightmare.
So yes, universe, I get it. And I have already begun actively working on clearing stress from my life. But I will also be continuing to pursue whatever opportunities I can find that may help prepare me for my academic project once next fall rolls around.