Here we are, my college graduation. A day I’ve looked forward to my entire life.
As a kid, I dreamed of a life spent in libraries and bookstores. I hoped to become a writer and a professor and a lawyer. That last one is thanks to John Grisham. I didn’t know the major detour my life would take:
Only applying to two schools because I was afraid I wouldn’t get in anywhere else.
My parents convincing me to study architecture because “writers don’t make any money”.
Having to withdraw from the University of Kansas because I didn’t have enough money to pay tuition.
Moving across the country.
Meeting my guy only months after arriving in the new state.
Discovering Valencia College, and its cheaper tuition, and the direct connect program to the University of Central Florida.
Attending UCF and falling in love with the campus and enjoying my professors.
Having a baby with my guy.
Getting accepted at USF for graduate school to further my focus on creative nonfiction writing.
There are so many factors that go into the success of a goal. Short term goals can turn into long term goals overnight. My six year goal to graduate from university with my Masters in Architecture turned into a ten year goal to study English and Creative Writing.
A part of me laughs now. Thinking back to those nights I spent writing when I was supposed to be doing homework for architecture. How I would tell my on campus writing group how I wanted to become an author and they would say “why are you studying this, then?” How I told my story to a girl at a cafe and she said “omg, like…you could write a book about this”.
I also think about the late nights. The hours spent writing essays while taking care of the baby, and making journals for my shop. The arguments about money; the tears about money. The imposter syndrome (which is a term I hate). The professors who sent me emails saying they believed in me. The day I gave birth to Naomi and took exams while still in the hospital (something I will always brag about). The ups and downs of Covid and virtual school. The people I’ve met and the connections I’ve made.
So many things have happened since I began this journey, and my heart is full now. I have a long while to go before I finish my schooling. Three years in my masters program and possibly five to seven years with my PhD but I’m excited about it. When I was a kid, I often told people that I’d go to school forever if I could. That’s still true.
I’ve always loved school, loved learning new things, and loved reading. That has never gone away and I hope it never will. Most people are discouraging and somber when I tell them what I want to do after I finish but it’s alright. It’s not just about the end goal. It’s about the journal. Spending my entire life on scholarship and writing has always been my dream. My success is measured by a lifetime of progression.
In other words, I am already successful. And isn’t that beautiful.