The disappearing blog entry....

So, yesterday I wrote this nifty post about graduating from my master's program (last night) and how I'm conquering all of the stress and angst that has been caused by trying to graduate from my master's program (last night) and the thing disappeared!!!!!

What the heck?

I call censorship.

Okay, not really. Nothing I write is incendiary enough to be censored anyway. But, it begs the question--where do lost socks and lost blog entries hang out?

34 and all is well

So, celebrated a birthday for the 34th time last week. So far, it's going just fine. Summer school, grad school, taking the dog for walks every night, doing some yoga, teaching some yoga...that's life right now.
I'm exchanging my Seattle trip for a trip to Chicago...I'm dying to get back out to Seattle to see my fabulous family and eat seafood that wasn't flown or trucked in, but I'll need to wait since times just didn't line up. Chicago will hopefully be restorative--lots of yoga, sightseeing, shopping, and pizza :-)

State Your Purpose, v. 2.0

A little over 3 years ago, I wrote my first SoP--my Statement of Purpose for my U of M MFA application. Last Monday night after a conversation with beautiful yoga teacher Lisa, I decided that some significant changes need to be made in my life in order for me to continue being happy and joyous in 2010. So, I applied, again, to graduate school. Specifically, the U of M (again, fingers crossed they take me this time!) M.Ed in special education.

It's amazing how easy a SoP is to write when one has a purpose. I remember struggling for weeks with my MFA SoP, trying to work my round life into a square hole--typing what I thought the U would want to hear rather than what I really felt. When I read it last week, I couldn't even read through the whole thing--it was awful. No wonder they didn't let me in. Not one authentic word in the whole thing. This time, though, the words flowed easily and authentically. Because this one matters. It is time for me to have this degree.

I'll hear about the program in mid-April. No one except my parents and a few people at work know I've even applied. One of my best friends doesn't even know because, well, we didn't talk last week. Gotta be quick to stay caught up with me, my friends!

Application goes out in Monday's mail--the day of the deadline. In one week's time I decided to apply, did the app/resume/SoP, secured letters of recommendation, tracked down official transcripts from three colleges and my Praxis scores from 1996. Not too darn bad.

Second verse, same as the first

I'm back in "application mode" for grad school. My experiences with applying to the U of M for their MFA program ended unhappily in March. But, always the glutton for punishment, I'm back for more less than six months later.

I have abandoned my MFA quest, at least for the time being. I learned a lot about what I wanted in terms of writing through the application process, and I decided that now isn't the right time for me to seek my MFA. But, since I do need to get my Master's Degree (for about five years now), I'm exploring Plan B.

Plan B is the Master's in Organizational Leadership through St. Catherine's. The degree has a number of concentrations; mine will be conflict resolution. Hopefully I can start in the winter and be done in under two years. If I do that, I can look at Seattle as a real possibility.

But, as I looked at the application, the essay, the whole process, my stomach started getting familiar "butterflies." I worked myself to the bone on my U of M application. It's really hard to voluntarily enter that realm again. I did say, though, that whatever is meant to happen will happen, and maybe it's for this reason that I didn't get into the U.

So, here we go again.