The first one I received because my dad asked, "When are you graduating?" My reply was probably a shrug and a yawn. At the time, I loved school. I was pretty happy attending a bunch of classes and learning all sorts of things. When he came back with, "No, I mean you need to find out when you are graduating. Like now." So I went to my adviser and they said I could graduate in one semester with a degree in Spanish and a minor in business and portuguese. That is how I attained my first degree.
Now that I am fairly certain (read: 110%) that I know which direction I want my professional life to go, I decided to go back to school to get the degree for me. I am going for a Communications degree with focus on technology. Which basically means it will focus on writing, publishing, editing, online media and web design. All of which I would love to work on. I don't have a definite job that I am waiting for because I can go in any which way with my current company, but my boss did mention that we have a department specifically for reading and writing blogs - WHAT?!?!?! - and he is looking in to it for me - (he must look faster). I am pretty excited about that, but still really want to know more about these other subjects, hence school. It will be the fast degree where I go back for two years instead of four. Two years. I can do that. . . . . right? And it's all online, so I don't have to wear anything nice or go anywhere special.
It's funny to think about the whole school thing because when I was in school that was my life. My whole world centered around school. It wasn't weird that I spent 40+ hours studying and learning with in between times of a job and swimming. Now, my life is spent making sure I pay bills, stay in shape (kindof) and live my life. Knowing what I know now, life is so much larger than that campus. I work to live. So to know I am sacrificing some of my free time to go back to school is a tough cookie to swallow. The only thing that spurs me on is I would hate to be 20 years down the road and be stuck in my job because I don't have the qualifications to go farther. If I struggle to go back now, I can't image my feelings 20 years from now.
I am nervous and yet oh, so excited to finally - FINALLY - know what I want out of life. For me.
I want to be a writer. A published writer. I want to learn about editing and publishing. I want to know more about websites, online EOS and so much more. I want to do something more creative than management, though I have to say, in the past couple of years I have really come to love the management job watching my people grow into something they didn't think possible and helping a store become what it could be.
Owning our stationery store ages ago, we created so many wonderful things for people and I miss that incredibly. I find myself making signs, creating events, doing employee appreciating activities just to pull in the creativity I am needing. I love it when someone says, "Get with Heidi and have her make you a sign or form." Ha! Yes, that is me.
So here goes nothing. I'll see you on other other side.
No, I am not leaving blogging. I love this, but my reading and reviews may slow down a tiny bit. Not much though. I am slightly obsessed.
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