I survived my finals and have been settling in to being a homebody for the next week. I've been making soups from scratch and gathering bags of goods to donate to Goodwill and reading magazines. It's been delightful except for that nagging voice in my head that continues to remind me that I have an eight page paper to write, an internship to find and a book about organizational management to read during my "break."
It is now clear to me that breaks in grad school are a completely different species than breaks during junior high school. I miss the days when all I worried about was where the next slumber party would be. (There are plenty of photos on Facebook to prove this.)
I'm trying to remain positive about this school experience, but at times it is hard. It's not exactly what I was expecting, and there's so much math. Argh. I liked math when I began the program, when I thought I was good at it. But this is an entirely different kind of math. And statistics. Ugh. Does anyone on this plant LIKE statistics? I'm pretty sure I don't want to know those people.
The past few days when I've been happily doing laundry and cheerfully vacuuming I've wondered if I should have tried harder to find a wealthy husband and just coasted through adulthood as a philanthropic, crafting, gourmet cooking wife. I think I could have been happy enough. No stress. No pressure. Time for facials and lunches with my fellow p-c-g-c wives.
I guess that can still be my Plan B. I'm pretty sure I could still find a husband if I really wanted one.
And speaking of life plans, I just listened to this great This American Life about Plan B's yesterday while baking. Ira Glass recalled giving a talk to about 100 people and asking how many of them were still on their Plan A's. Who had planned out what they wanted to do as a career in high school or college and were still doing it? One person raised their hand. And she was 23 years old.
I'm not even sure what plan I'm on at this point. Having my own business was never really a plan. Moving to Seattle was never a plan. To be honest, I don't really have a plan now.
Perhaps I should spend the next week doing some planning instead of making delicious homemade lunches (above) or painting my bedroom. Or maybe I can figure out how to do both?
