It's Not Really All About Me...

I joke that "it's all about me". There are a lot of things in life that I want to do. Being a great therapist is one of them. Being smart is another. Going to school seems to be the best way to acquire both. And getting a masters degree means that you put in the work to qualify for both. There just one problem, or three in my case.

I've spent the better part of the last six months looking for someone willing to care for the three best boys on the planet while I'm at school. No one seems remotely interested. Worse, I can't even con people I know into the idea. Which brought me to tears last night at the realization that, I can't leave these boys with just anyone, especially when no one wants the job. I can't pursue a selfish dream at their expense.

So, today I called the school and let them know, that I won't be with the graduate students this fall. Somethings are just to important. It's not REALLY, all about me. At least, not right now.