It’s starting to really feel like I work full time and go to school full time. At the same time. All the time. Time time time. Can I say time again? TIME.

I am incredibly fortunate that my job right now is to feed squishy babies and then not take them home (the best part of my job, I might add). Not taking work home really helps with the amount of work I have for graduate stuff. I know a million people, including you and your mother and your aunt all went to night school and got a second degree while working two jobs and raising three kids. Oh, and she cooked pot roast for dinner every night, too. Good for her! I’m not there. And I do feel tired.

But it is a fantastic tired. A tired that comes from the feeling of doing lots of things that I really enjoy. In Tampa, just two years ago, I would lie awake at night and have this really crappy, sick feeling clench around my stomach of being completely overwhelmed, drowning. Different graduate programs structure your life in different ways. Highly academic ones, such as Art History offers tons of time outside of actual classroom hours but these hours are supposed to be spent in the library. So much library time is required (if you’re doing it right) that sometimes all that extra time is just not enough.

I’m not in that kind of program. I have a little more time to volunteer, to work, to bury myself in all the things I can’t say no to. But I am in a program that is awesome and I think it is getting me on a path that I’ve wanted to be on for some time even though didn’t know what that path would look like.