As you can see, I haven’t really had a free moment to write for a while.
Before I get into something like how Brock proposed to me, I’ll touch on what happened yesterday.
I went to UNC Charlotte for Orientation, and then to register for classes. I was there at 7:30am (and I DROVE MYSELF in my stick-shift mini!) for registration, stayed until nearly 5:30pm to get my advising and register for classes. It took the entire day to find out that they were only going to transfer two classes worth of credits, and I am being considered an entering freshman with no previous college experience.
I can’t even begin to tell you how crushing that was. Things have gone too good for me, I fear. I had to be taken down a few notches. It basically means that I would have 4 years of under-grad school, 4 years of med school, and then 4 years for residency. I have, for the moment, decided that I am not prepared to go that route. I’m not ready to give up the job here, I’m not ready to be too busy for my (upcoming) marriage, and I’m not willing to put off having children for that long.
I’m ok with it now. I’m ok with the idea that you have to sacrifice some things in order to make others work. I’m not willing to sacrifice my children, even by just putting it off for a few years. Those are my priorities, and I have to be true to myself. I can still be Dr. Mandy… it’s just going to take a while longer. I’m ok with that.
Story to come. Sorry to keep the suspense.