It’s been quite some time since my last post, and I really don’t have time right now for a new one. But I’ve been neglecting this blog and I initially started it so that I had an opportunity to do something I enjoy – write.
I’m only going to spend a few minutes here, since I need to get back to corporate governance homework. School has been relatively time-consuming and I’m really glad I decided to go two classes at a time in order to get done quickly. Granted, I’d have more free time if I was only in one class, but…too late to change it.
Because this is a place for me to sort through my thoughts, chronicle my adventures in running and generally talk about whatever I effing feel like, I look at it as a place to post thoughts that I wouldn’t normally share with others. After all, no one I know reads this. So. A couple things have occupied my thoughts lately. The first being a question – am I making a mistake going back to school? Or let me rephrase: am I making a mistake going back to school while working full-time, plus working a part-time job, plus volunteering and other obligations via organizations I’m involved with? Should something give? I often catch myself wondering how long I can keep all the plates spinning, or whatever that expression is. Because the scary thought is what will happen if they come crashing down. Something significant suffers: my job, school, volunteering or my social life. And not social life as in “out every weekend at the bars with friends getting wasted.” I feel like I have very little free time, and I’m afraid I’ll begin to alienate the few people I share that free time with.
And dating. Well, let’s not go there. I certainly don’t feel like I have the time for casual dating, but living in a mid-sized Midwestern city poses certain problems in dating. Namely, EVERYONE IS FREAKING MARRIED. Seriously. It’s disgusting. Anyway, I don’t want to turn 25 and say “Alright, done with school, now time to date!” only to find that uh, everyone’s taken. Until now, I haven’t been terribly concerned with the fact that I’m single. But it’s a thought that creeps up from time to time.
So it’s out there. I can now completely BS my way through a paper comparing and contrasting essays that I don’t exactly understand and quite frankly, I don’t care about.
