I'd love to get my PhD, but it sounds scary. Believe it or not, but I actually dislike writing. I do it here for practice, but I'd MUCH rather give a speech. I have no fear whatsoever of public speaking, which is odd considering I'm terrified of people reading my writing. This new masters program is very writing intensive.
What if I'm no good at this program? I'd love to be an MBA professor, but what if I'm a terrible teacher?
Ugh. The what-ifs are my personal demon. I'm so jealous of those who float through life, confident and self-assured.
One day at a time, right? I'll say one thing - I'm thrilled to have something to do. All these months of sitting around, watching tv and doing laundry - I can't wait to have a purpose.
Wish me luck...