It's good to finally know what you want.

Some of you who've known me for awhile (and many of you who haven't) will know me as the girl with one foot out the door. It seems I can be happy doing almost anything--a great virtue, I'm told--but my attention span for any particular activity is quite short. This probably explains how, since I graduated college in June 2004, a mere three years ago, I have accomplished (or half-accomplished) the following:

* employed as an academic adviser by the UD honors program (six months)
* employed as a waitress at TGIF (eighteen months--and it kills me that this will be the longest entry)
* drove across the country and back
* spent a summer learning Russian (in Moscow)
* spent a summer backpacking in South America
* moved three times
* earned an associate's degree in photography
* completed half of an M.A. in journalism (one year)
* applied for and accepted a doctoral program in English

Yes that's right, folks. Three years. I'm like an avocational floozy. Where is this going, you ask? Surely she's not doing it again... she's not once more hauling out the old bag of excuses--poorly informed past choices; lack of life experience; this time it feels right; I can't go on living unless it's as a taxidermist; &cta. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but it's true. I've dipped my big toe in the Ph.D. program and I now see what was wrong about everything I've heretofore decided to do...

It was all about doing something. Yep, this time it's for SURE. I know I've got it nailed. I'm dropping out of school (again) to do nothing. It's going to be great. I'm going to sleep in all day, and watch movies until Kevin comes home and makes me dinner. I'm going to drink beer in the shower and go for long sits in the park. I know it's the right choice, because... well, it just feels right. Like nothing I've done before.