You probably know by now that I love to say yes. Not to please other people, but because I genuinely love to do things. I want to participate in the new year’s weight loss competition at the gym. I want to go to drinks with you on Friday night. I want to watch the hot new Netflix series. I want to volunteer for all the committees at work.
I also know I need to be realistic. I’m starting grad school in January and that will eat up a good chunk of my time. I already work full time, work out 4+ times a week, and have my kitchen strewn about the upstairs while we finish its refacing downstairs (by we, I mean our contractor). I also have friends to see, a Facebook feed to scroll through, and a Netflix queue that won’t watch itself. I live with a man and a cat, both of whom would like my attention from time to time.
A master’s degree has been on my to-do list for years. I found this program and my heart started racing with excitement. It was just what I wanted. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned about the two-year time commitment and how it’ll impact all the other things I want to do.
So I did the math. There are 168 hours in a week. I need to spend approximately:
50 of them working or commuting
56 of them sleeping
20 of them on schoolwork
That leaves 42 for all the other stuff.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.