Welp, I did it. I graduated with my Masters in Counseling Psychology. I was not entirely sure this day would ever come. Not because I am cynical or expecting the worst in life, but because I was not entirely committed to finishing my degree until I was interviewing for internships last year.
To give you a better idea of my Master’s journey, I started in 2010 right after graduating with my bachelors. I never really intended to finish my bachelors either. I went to school fully expecting to receive an associates degree, fall in love, get married, have kids, and be a stay at home mom for the next 20-25 years.
My plan failed… epically.
So, after I finished my bachelors I decided that I needed to have a career path, and being a counselor was the only option that appealed to me. I pursued a graduate school that focused on relational and personal development rather than theory. I figured I could learn theories, but what I really wanted was to take a (guided) deep look at myself and the relationships that have formed me.
This deep look into my life, resulted in a three year break from school to sort out what I had learned and to let it settle into my body. I went back to school in 2014 to continue with the degree part time and finally finished the summer of 2017.
Through this process I have learned the importance of following my own journey. That I do not need to walk the same path as the majority or the person next to me. For me, this requires bravery and explaining my thoughts and heart to others, when I would much rather keep quiet and blend in.
And so, I continue to breathe through my anxiety, squeal with excitement, and explore the possibilities of this life, as God whispers to my timid soul, “walk with me.