Back To School


Are we ever too old to go back to school?

In three short weeks, I start a new chapter in my life.  I’m excited in that can’t-wait kind of way.  I’m also scared witless.  I’m going back to school.

Going back to school is not new for me by any means.  After all, I made a lifetime habit of it, having taught for over 30 years.  But I left the professional world last year.  It was time to slow down.  It was time to reconnect with myself as together we forged a new path.

I had fun.  I loved my flexible schedule as I pursued my first love, which was writing.  I wrote self-indulgent essays.  I blogged.  I took online writing classes and went to conferences and began marketing my writing.  But it wasn’t enough.  I had no real sense of purpose.  I felt guilty and nonproductive.  I needed something more so I started to look around.

I learned about a Master’s in Professional Writing that a university about an hour from me offered.  I decided to apply.  When accepted, I was invited to apply for a graduate teaching assistantship.  Tuition would be waived and I’d earn a stipend for working about ten hours per week.  Energy hummed in me it sounded so perfect.

I am officially back in school.