Everyone on Facebook in the MFA group says not to go into debt. But from my standpoint, every graduate degree comes with some sort of debt. It's not an entitlement. I also am not getting this degree simply "for the craft." I see it as a means to an end, to be a teacher, and to be a professional, in addition to being a writer. I see it as learning the tools of the trade, of language and words, of English and composition. When I graduate, I don't have a problem with working full-time, whereas many of these people want to concentrate on their writing, or their books. Maybe that's the difference between where we're coming from.
But I worry that if I got into UNC, I would make the choice based solely on having less debt when I graduate, along with being able to stay in my life here, in a place where I am comfortable and safe and that I love. Less change and risk. In short, I may make my decision based on fear, rather than hope. I may sabotage my dream. I am fully aware of this.
I've mentioned before my "dirty thirty" post when I turned 30. I am trying to consciously avoid acting from a place of "no" and act from a place of "yes", but it's hard. There's a song I fell in love with back in December, and it's beginning to take off now - Tamar Kaprelian's "New Day." The chorus exemplified how I felt when I turned 30, and it's still true today.
Say goodbye, say goodbye
To the way I was before
Say hello, say hello to a new way
I was lost but I found
What I was looking for
Waking up, waking up to a new day
Am I ready to take the next step? Am I ready and willing to believe wholeheartedly in myself and my abilities? How much am I willing to invest in my dream? I don't want to have regrets - at least, if I do have regrets, I want them to be the right ones, as K said to me today. I chose PCOM over UMiami and regret it to this day. I don't want to do that again. I don't want to live with the "what ifs" and the "I wish I should haves." And I'm afraid that if I don't go to Columbia, I will have to live with that for the rest of my life. I feel, already, at the age of 30, that I have too many regrets already. When do I draw the line? Is regretting not going to Columbia a worse regret than pinching pennies for the rest of my life to pay student loans? What about the off chance that I wind up with an agent and book deal? I'll never know unless I take that risk.
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