When plans diverge

Looking back on my very first and only post on this blog, I had grand plans that haven't reached fruition. However, I don't see that as failure. Within the last two and a half months, I've moved (during a global pandemic, no less), put my apartment up on sale and received a conditional offer; graduated with a Masters in Educational Technology; received both COVID vaccine jabs (hybrid Pfizer/Moderna FTW!); finished reading three fictitious novels (literally, haven't sat down and read books in a long time); opened an investment account; and finally, I got accepted in to X (also known as Ryerson) School of Journalism.

I want to speak about the latter and how it has reignited my enthusiasm for life. As a someone who has officially reached 30 and got a graduate degree under their belt, why would they be  going back to school yet again, just to get another undergraduate degree? I applied for the program during my put-all-the-feelers-out-there episode in February. I didn't know what was happening in my life, with dismal work opportunities and a looming lock-down that felt like it was never going to end.

Fast forward to the present, I look forward to starting this undergraduate program in the fall because it focuses on real-world skills pertaining to communicating information and writing well. My past educational escapades have given me a firm foundation in knowledge acquisition and being a good researcher. What I lack is the skill to apply my knowledge and release it to the world, as well as being out in the field to make a difference.  This would probably be the last leg of my formal education. I hope that I would be able to spend the rest of my 30s being proactive and putting myself out into the world as someone who finally has some semblance of my identity and who I want to be.