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You know, I was reading back through the comments here just now, and something else you said struck me... about being on your way to doing what you really love. That plays into what I'm feeling, too, I think. In 2001, I decided to begin that pursuit of what I really love, and began college for the first time in my life. I graduated with my B.A. (Humanities & Religious Studies) in 2006, and immediately entered grad school. I'm now in my last semester of grad school, and am facing the task of writing my master's thesis. Then, I'm done.
A part of why I chose this particular field of study has to do with the "doing what you love" idea. I could've chosen something that was more of a guaranteed money-maker, but I decided, since this was my one and only chance to go to college that I wanted to study "what I love" which meant it had to be based in spirituality (hence, religious studies). I thoroughly believed that, because this is what I LOVE, when the time came, I would find a way to open the appropriate doors to realize that goal, to finally follow a path of 'right livelihood.'
So, at this stage, what's supposed to come next is that "doing what you really love" part. Right? That's what I thought, anyhow. All of my hard work is supposed to pay off now... and it has been hard. I've worked my butt off to maintain a high GPA and the whole nine yards (which, with menopausal brain fuzz, hasn't been the easiest thing I've ever done!).
But... thinking on this... I entered school at the beginning of the Bush years. I was still feeling the afterglow of the Clinton years with that great left-over budget surplus. 9-11 hadn't happened yet (it DID in the first few weeks of my first semester, though), the Iraq War hadn't happened, the economy was still plugging along fairly well. The atrocities of the Bush administration were yet to come at that point. My entire college career has taken place during the Bush years, and now that I am about to leave and enter the world of work once more, the economy is in the toilet. I'm thinking I've repressed a LOT during these years, just so that I could focus on what I had to do to keep up with my classwork (baby steps), but now? It's all hitting me full force as I'm starting to phase myself out of student mode and into looking for work, and that protective wall I'd built around me is starting to come down. Not that I wasn't aware or didn't feel or keep up with events. I most definitely have. But I think I've probably blocked the worst of my feelings about all the CRAP that has happened under Bush. I was mentally aware, but was repressing a lot of emotion so that I could function at the high level I required of myself.
Just musing our loud here, but this could be a partial source, at least, of that despair and hopelessness I've been feeling lately. And a part of that revolves around fears that all this has been for nothing. The economy is ripping apart at the seams right at the time I need to be finding work--meaning, the chance to do that thing I really love, which was the whole reason for what I've devoted these last eight years to in the first place. That thing, BTW, is teach. I had set my sights on teaching at a community college, and that is what I've worked toward all these years. Well, we shall see, eh? I know in my heart that I've got to find a way to re-focus and get myself back on track with a positive attitude. I can make this happen, but I've got to BELIEVE that. Believe it like I once did without question. I need to find my fearless self again. That woman who plunges in with her eyes open and full of faith in herself and the universe that all will be well.
There's more (much more, actually), but I think this is probably a big part of what I've been feeling lately and why. Another aspect directly relates to what you stated in your OP about feeling a need to "just rest a spell." I need a breather. But I don't think it's in the cards for me. No time for that. I think there'll be breather time, but it will be a bit further down the road for me yet. There are a couple of women I know (they were my professors) at one of the community colleges here who were so inspirational to me. Older women who, like me, decided to remake their lives in their late forties and early fifties, went back to school, and became professors (one in history and one in anthro). Maybe re-connecting with these ladies might help, too. Maybe they can share some insight about how to get through this part.
Thanks for this thread, SeattleGirl. What I am going through is related in a loose way to what you're talking about, I suppose. Maybe as another part or piece of the process of breaking through to the other side, moving out of stagnation and into living the lives we truly want to live, doing what we love. Anyhow, this thread has helped me. So, thank you for starting it, for sharing yourself with us, and providing a place for me to do the same here.
And the positive, calming, energy from you and japple is definitely a tremendous help, a huge boost when I needed it. Thank you both so very much for that.
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