Those of you who follow my alter ego at A Bitch Called Mom already know the reason for my absence these past two weeks. For those who don't, I've enrolled in an accelerated Ph.D program, so soon it might cost you a pretty penny for my sage advice. I kid, of course. Well, sort of. Why I didn't just finish school when I was there the first time is beyond me. It would have been a whole lot easier to complete a paper on Thomas Campbell's Big Picture Theory of Everything (yes, that's a real thing) if my ten-year-old didn't feel the need to interrupt me every fifteen minutes with some hilarious video she found on YouTube.

It really is true that youth is wasted on the young. When you're young, you have lots of energy, a body with all its working parts, and the world at your feet, but you scarcely realize it. I think it would be great if we received our wisdom as young men and women. We would have both the wisdom to seize great opportunities and the wherewithal to do the seizing. But alas...wisdom comes with experience.

I spent a great many years proclaiming to anyone who would hear me that there was no way in hell I would ever go back to school. "I wouldn't go back to school if you paid me," I'd say, secretly wishing that I had the time and/or money to do just that.

Then an opportunity presented itself that I could not pass up. Sure, I could weigh the pros and cons of going back to school, but time would be ticking away as I teetered on the edge of indecisiveness. It occurred to me that I should take some of the advice that I so freely dole out on this blog.

If someone asked my opinion on their going back to school to get a Ph.D, my answer would be a resounding yes! I would tell them that there is no time better than right now. There is no moment better than the present moment. There will always be reasons not to do something. If you take them all into consideration, you will never get to do what it is that you really want to do. See, it's easy for me to play cheerleader to others, but far more difficult for me to cheer for my own team.

Today, two weeks ago actually, I chose to cheer for me. I chose not to consider the obstacles, the problems, the haters. I chose to do what I've wanted to do since I was in middle school. I chose to become a doctor!

Better late than never, right?

For the next twelve to twenty-four months, my posts might be sporadic. Once a week is not a lot to ask of a blogger, which is why my posts here are weekly. But since I have all these wonderful new responsibilities, I'll probably need to get a groove going before I'll have enough brain power to continue posting on two blogs regularly.

I am not shutting either blog down. I still will post on both. I just don't want you to have to wonder where I've disappeared to. I don't want to leave you hanging.

If there is something that you've been wanting to do, I say that there is no time like right now. Time doesn't get longer; it gets shorter. You will never have more time to fulfill your heart's desire than you do right now.

Just do it.

Until next week(ish),
Feed on love, subsist on peace.