I’ve told you guys this before, but I have a really hard time staying in one place for too long. My resume reflects this right now, as I’ve had 3 jobs since we moved to Atlanta just over 2 years ago. The first one was an obvious filler job, as I was a legal assistant at a law firm. I was paid well and got great experience and also met some great people, but it just wasn’t what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing.
The next job was supposed to be “experience” job in which I gained the knowledge I needed to move up in the writing world. I did learn quite a lot while I was there, but the environment was toxic.
My current job is great, and I’m not necessarily unhappy working here. I enjoy the workplace, my coworkers, and all that jazz, but I still feel like I’m missing something.
I feel like there’s something buried within me that I haven’t been able to fulfill. I know exactly what is it, but fear it because I’ve failed at it twice before. Flat out failed.
It’s obvious to anyone who knows even the slightest bit about me that academia is where I flourish. I cannot get enough of it. I love challenging new ideas, learning new perspectives, writing about them, synthesizing new concepts with elements from scholars in the past.
I feel my chest tightening and my eyes burning just thinking about how much I love learning. It’s truly my passion.
So, to the point, I’m digging up old emotions because I’m thinking about applying to graduate school again. I’m at the willy nilly, crazed point where I don’t care what program I go into as long as I can sit at a desk and have someone reopen the world to me.
I have narrowed it down to two programs, though, locally. An MBA in marketing (which has a flexible program) and an MA in English (my true love), which is a little less flexible.
I’ll keep you guys informed with my decision.