I received the acceptance e-mail last night. We had just finished karate class, and I was hanging around the dojo to get some reading caught up for the class I’d been taking before I needed to head over to church before AWANA. I checked my e-mail on my phone, and the words “Congratulations on your accept…” were in the subject line of my inbox.
I’m kind of floored.
I knew I had a pretty solid application, but ever since I submitted it last week, I’ve been questioning if I’ve been pushing this too much in my own selfish desire to have a master's degree. Classic self-doubt. So I had started praying that if God didn’t want me heading down this path, that I wouldn’t get accepted. Not to brag, but I felt rather confident that He was the only reason I wouldn’t get in.
So I was really in this limbo of not knowing where my life would be taking me for the next few years. But when I saw that e-mail, I suddenly felt peace. I don’t know everything that’s coming ahead of me, but I have a plan now. And the Type-A part of me loves having a plan.
This is going to be an awesome crazy ride!