Halloween ended up being a lot of fun – Mister took the day off work so that when I got home the house was thoroughly decorated and I couldn’t intervene at any point! I got out of the car when we got home and almost fell over laughing. It was amazing – hands coming out of graves, elaborate gravestones, and a motorized ghost pacing back and forth between our porch and the nearest tree. The whole thing. It was priceless.

Princess Peach stencil from Zombie Pumpkins

My finished Peach

Mister’s Bowser

A flurry of carving ensued, along with a flurry of drinking red wine, watching of Evil Dead 2 and handing out to trick or treaters. In all we had maybe 40 kids. Apparently the elementary school kids at the THREE elementary schools by us are too cool for free candy. One of my friends who teaches gymnastics was laughed at by the 11 year olds he teaches when he asked if they were going out for Halloween – they were going to a house party.

I bet they are. That was called a SLEEPOVER in my time. Don’t pretend y’all don’t have matching backpacks.

In spite of the low trick or treater turn out the night was wonderful. I so rarely let myself just be and just enjoy – I’m always mentally pacing around, attempting to force myself forward towards something else that when I embrace the opportunity to just calm down it’s a huge relief.

Over the past month since the wedding questions from family and friends, and from me, have slowly turned from “how are you doing?” to “are you going to grad school?” – a question that’s extremely hared for me to reckon with. Can we handle the loss of income? Would it be worthwhile? And the question that I always manage to leave out of the equation is somehow: do I want that for myself?

For me, formal education is closely tied to self worth, as soon as I got my BA the questions started – where was I going to grad school? From job to job, it was the same – first asking how the position was and what I was learning, but it was always followed by questions about when was I going to get on with the next stage of my life. And no matter how well intended the implication is always that it’s something that I’m going to do. It’s just how my family is, and part of how I am. I was always told I was smart – and that I should go do something huge and earth shattering with that immediately. Probably as of 10 minutes ago. A quiet happy life isn’t worthwhile – you have to be out there in front of the pack making things happen.

But that way of living has never quite resonated with me. And to make things more complicated – I like my life right now. I love where we live, and I like my job – it’s not great but it’s good, especially for where I am in life. We make a living. We budget. We have a lot of fun, actually. I look forward to coming home every day. But at the same time I struggle with appreciating everything I’ve worked for because every inch of my brain keeps shouting “BUT WHERE DOES BEING HAPPY TAKE YOU? GET INTO SCHOOL AGAIN, FAST.”.

So my weekends are frustration and tears, trying to figure out what’s best for me, for us, and for who I’ll be 7 years from now. By the time Monday comes I’m more exhausted than I was on Friday, except now I’m also dreading work. In spite of all the happiness I trap myself in what if’s and when’s, and make myself miserable. Never mind how concerned the poor young gentleman I live with must be.

This is what I know:

I don’t know when this job will stop being right for me. I don’t know where my current situation will lead. For right now, I want to enjoy what I have instead of torturing myself about when things are going to change and how I can start bracing myself for it now.

I know that there are lots of different ways to gain experience and knowledge, and that I don’t want to lock into a 3+ year program at this moment in time. I want to explore all the opportunities I have right now, and I want to have fun. I want to enjoy what I’ve worked at for the past year and see what happens.

If that means a simple life without earth shattering bursts of academic glory, then I’m up for that. I have other dreams that are just as valid – I want to own my own business and work my fingers to the bone – and honestly, in the mean time I’m okay with simple. It’s going to be a battle for me to relax into it, but I have a long winter ahead of me to work on it, and me.

This weekend I switched over to self hosting (yay!) in a totally uneventful (double yay!!) transition. Over the next few weeks I’m working with the lovely So Chic Design to give me a proper home online and in the mean time I’ve got some pretty cute digs – and a links page that more accurately reflects who I’m reading. Enjoy!