I Can Do This

Okay, picture this. Last Friday, I was on my way to meet some friends for dinner when I decided to sit in my car and quickly check my snail mail. Out of the assortment of junk, one letter stood out. It was from the University of Tennessee and it seemed to light to be anything really good. (My logic being why waste lots of paper on a rejection letter.) Never one to pull off band-aids slowly, I ripped into the envelope and readied for the axe to fall.
I should have recognized the fact that I was sitting in a beam of heavenly light, but it took me two read throughs to realize what the letter was saying. Congratulations, Ms. Butler, somebody thinks that you are worth teaching. GOOD GOOGA-MOOGA, I'm going to grad school!!! Upon hearing my squeals from the inside of my car, my neighbors probably thought I was strangling a small mammal, but no one came outside to investigate.
I've decided that I'm going to give the other schools I applied to until next week to make up their minds before I commit to Tennessee, but it feels awesome to know that I have a place to go now. Now that the sheer joy of acceptance is beginning to fade, the reality of what I'll have to accomplish in the next few months is starting to itch my once peaceful life. Where will I live, how will I move, what kind of job will I find, all of these things and more whirl through my mind thorough out my day.
When I get too uptight about my changing future, I stop, take a deep breath, and remember what all of this chaos is building towards. Me, doing something that I love, and getting paid for it. I can do this. I can do this.