I received my acceptance letter a few weeks ago, so I guess it's official: I'm going back to school this fall.
There's a part of me that's terrified of this decision. I'll be removing myself from a fairly cushy job and volutarily going back to living like a student again, which can be fun, but it can also be an uncomfortable lifestyle for someone who's used to seeing a paycheque every two weeks. I think most of all, I'm scared of what's ahead of me. There are no guarantees in life, and I'm not sure what the road ahead is going to look like.
But I guess what keeps me going is the lessons I've learned in life so far. That it's OK to be scared of the unknown, and that ambition comes with a certain amount of risk that we have to learn to tolerate.