I’ve spent most of the last six months in a state of self-perceived suspended animation. I felt, guided by the myopic view inside my head, that nothing about my life was changing or moving forward. That I was moving my legs (as if on a treadmill or going the wrong way on an escalator), but not achieving any forward motion. But, now that I’m less than three weeks away from starting a year-long Masters in Writing program, I realize that I have been manifesting alterations in my life all this time. It’s an interesting and good feeling to have, the understanding that the movement that feels all of the sudden is actually one that has been coming in very small increments over the course of weeks and months. It has helped me learn, on what seems to be a cellular level, the value of small mental adjustments and emotional recalibrations. They compound as I pass through time, creating space for monumental change.
A piece of good news drifted into my life today, via the ether of the internet. St. Joe’s has offered me a partial graduate assistantship for the year. In exchange for five hours of work a week (writing the departmental newsletter and website), they are going to pay for one course (out of three) a semester and give me a small stipend. It won’t cover everything, but it definitely helps.