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.