A Flying Leap

You know that scene in Pirates of the Caribbean where Jack says,

You know that feeling you get when you’re standing in a high place and you have a sudden urge to jump? I don’t have it.”

That’s where I am at the moment.  My immunization records cleared last night around midnight which means I spent the better part of into 2am working on registering for classes.  Waking up this morning I realized I needed to start from scratch.  That’s a great feeling.  And so I started over.  Printed out worksheets for my major and started building.  It took me about three hours but I managed to pull together a solid group of classes that will meet my graduation goal.  There’s a catch.  There’s always a catch.

16 credits.  Sixteen credits.  I took one class this last semester and it was a three credit class. I just took that and multiplied it by more than five.  In my head I’m trying to convince myself that I am not crazy and this is not a escalation of Defcon proportions.  Here’s why I think I might be a bit Looney Toons – I will need to maintain at 20 hours at my job to maintain health insurance.  More if I would like to have some extra money to enjoy this insane life I’m about to undertake.

My first class in a long time was a success.  I ended up with a ‘B” grade which is gratifying.  But now I’ve got six classes.

It’s here where I flash back to my first post where I spoke of Bilbo Baggins and his decision to go on his adventure.  This is that moment.  Shutter away in fear of the impossible or run into the fight with sword raised.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking today going back and forth as I stare down this very scary schedule.  There’s going to be challenges in all this, there’s going to be moments where I wonder if this was the right call and there’s going to be moments where I want to run away as fast as I can.

It’s going to sound odd – but I’m relishing the challenge this will present.  The journey is ahead, the course is set and my ship awaits.  My fellowship is calling.  And I must answer.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.