be this strong.
Last week, I seriously contemplated opting out of this two-year Master’s program I just started a month ago. In theory, it’s a great program and an excellent opportunity. It’s not that it’s not; I use “in theory” because it may or may not be right for me. I’ll be passionate about it every once in a while for a moment, but the excitement always seems to dissipate leaving me wondering if I really want to go down this path.
I was pretty close to pressing the brakes last week. Some understood how I felt and some encouraged me to give it more thought. Down to the wire at a possibly pivotal moment, I decided to make the decision pressure-free and trudge along for now. That meant a weekend of relatively no sleep as I prepared to complete this assignment I grossly over-exaggerated. Hours before my deadline, I realized my error, both in horror and relief. Horror because relaxation, sleep, and the comfort of completion could’ve been my friends much sooner and relief because I think I would’ve missed the deadline. What I built into a high hurdle would’ve only really required a little jump. If I would’ve quit and realized this after the fact, regret would’ve probably accompanied that decision.