While it isn’t quite that literal, and really more of a mile-marker than a finish line, I’m feeling an incredible sense of accomplishment in completing and sending out my MFA program application packet yesterday. There’s still getting accepted, sorting out the financials, and, of course, completing the program. Then there’s publication, etc. Now that I think of it, perhaps I shouldn’t be writing this blog post, because what’s ahead feels even more daunting than everything I’ve already accomplished!
But, that aside, I do feel as though I’ve achieved something I previously never thought would happen. This past term involved becoming comfortable with a lot of technology which I was not previously on good terms with (though presentation software can still go stick a pickle in its eye), and though the the work itself wasn’t especially hard, it was still just overwhelming in scope and quantity. Now, the final class of my bachelor’s degree is about to start, and it is solidly in my wheelhouse and should, knock on wood, be smooth sailing. This degree may be a couple decades later (and with a whole lot more student debt) than I had originally intended, but if anything that makes it feel sweeter.
Fingers and toes are crossed that everything works out with the graduate program I’ve applied for. I don’t often really want things, and all of my research has led to that desire here. The challenge of gathering a portfolio, adding to it, curating it, getting critical feedback, revising, and finally submitting it was no small feat in itself, too.
In other news, I also found out this week that in my other role, my work has been juried into a local store back in my hometown. I’ll be heading up there tomorrow to set up a display of my hand-dyed yarn that’ll stand at least through the holiday season and the end of the year. Since every craft and fiber show this year has been canceled due to the pandemic, this will be good exposure, and hopefully a bit of unexpected income.
It is a little bittersweet, too, though, since I won’t get the chance to catch up with anyone while I’m there. The very last time I’ve even seen any of my friends was in January. It will feel a bit cruel and unusual to be so close to some of them for the first time in nearly a year, but not be able to get a hug. At least a global pandemic makes excuses for not being able to meet up when I’ve traveled to be there feel less personally hurtful. Sort of.