|I'm pretty sure this image is from Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life, the first book in the series.|
The wheels are in motion for me to go to grad school. Applications are in order or almost in order. I've detached from Seattle and allowed myself to experience the sweet taste of wanderlust, my feet and possessions becoming eager to see a new location. I've made my intentions clear at work, gently side-stepping possible/likely job advancements. And I'm ready. I'm ready to push my life further.
But then. The memories of being a student. The apathetic lethargy that came with my university experience. The feelings of being drained, being frustrated, being uninspired. One of the things that encouraged me to return to school was a recent burst of inspiration, a desire to investigate things, to create things. I'm starting to worry that school will once again sap me of passion.
So yeah. Tl;dr (which means too long; didn't read for all you non-Reddit initiated folk)(I learned Reddit abbreviations recently and I'm really excited about it, that's all)(no judgement)? Blah blah blah nervous fear blah.
Luckily I've found solace by looking at pictures of deserts, listening to this ad nauseum, and watching a whole ton of this: