I’ve narrowed my grad school choices down to two.
Two schools. Two cities. Two different states, both in the Midwest. Equal scholarships. (Equal amounts of student debt looming. But let’s cruise right on by that for now.)
I know it’s an illusion that my life will now divide neatly, one way or the other. It’s not like one choice will be bad, and the other good. Both will be complex and challenging and fascinating and rewarding.
Both will test me. I’m hoping that both will unfreeze a part of me that’s been iced in for many years.
This is a huge turning point. And it’s also absolutely routine.
Every moment, our lives divide in this way.
As immortalized in the pre-goopy Gwyneth movie Sliding Doors, the difference between missing a train and catching a train can yield two completely distinct life paths.
Not that it’s ever really that binary. It’s just easier for our minds to grasp an idea broken into two neat chunks.
I’m trying not to get hung up on making “the right choice.” I’m relishing the opportunity to visit both cities, and to see which one gives me that live-wire feeling–the feeling that zapped me when I decided to apply to grad schools in the first place.
You know. That feeling of, “I’m about to blow up my whole life…But I think it might be OK.”