The conversation that ensued sounded something like this:
Her: You're applying to where?
Me: Columbia and NYU.
Her: Umm, how are you gonna pay for it?
Me: *Shrugs* I dunno. I'll apply for scholarships. Or financial aid.
Her: Ha! Good luck with that!
Me: I'll think of something.And I did. I applied for a New York Times College Scholarship, which I got. And which, quite literally changed the course of my life. And then I applied to Columbia, NYU, and seven other colleges. I got into all of them.
Was I scared? Yeah. But I was crazy enough to try. I was crazy enough not to wait till all my ducks were lined up in a row.
I was crazy enough not to wait till the circumstances were better, till I had better recommendations, more money in my bank account, an actual bank account that didn't include putting cash in an envelope and hiding it in my top drawer, and... and... and...
|five years later... grad school graduation |
(with a three-year-old Aiden)
I miss those days when I felt the fear and did it anyway. Why wait for permission to be great when we can just do the darn thing and make it happen!