I've Got the Theme Song from "American Tale" Stuck in my Head

So, I think I have a game plan for the next couple of years. And, by "I think," I mean "I'm 80% sure this is actually going to happen."

I'm seriously thinking about getting a Masters degree in Communications. I would probably focus on Public Relations, but I'm not for sure about that just yet. I've had probably 12-16 hours of COMM courses, and I do really enjoy them. Plus, continuing my education like this will definitely make me more marketable. I talked to my Mom about it today, and she likes the idea too (and she likes that I'm so excited about it).

The only thing is actually paying for it...

Ideally, here's how this would play out: I would apply for one of the many positions available at DU. I would be loved and adored and hired in December to start my full-time position. In return, I would receive Tuition Remission meaning that I wouldn't have to pay anything for my Masters degree.

Ta-Da!

But, even if that doesn't pan out, I'm pretty sure I'm going to stick with this decision.

<3

Where Do We Fit in the Dimension of Time?

Where do we exist in the realm of time?

How does our past influence our future?

How much importance should we place on what has happened on the past, and how far into the future should we be looking? Would it be okay to simply live in the present? Is that even possible?

Everyone is so concerned with the future (finding jobs, relationships, money, etc.) that we cease to treasure and savor the now--the present.

Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness,
To be conscious is not to be in time

T.S. Eliot: Burnt Norton

Goals and Drinks

I want to do something spectacular with my life. I have no idea what it's going to be or how I'm going to accomplish this goal.

Of course, I want all of the traditional things like a career that I love, a family, a nice house/car/things, to travel the world, etc. I feel something tugging at me though, and I can't quite put my finger on it.

Hmm...

In other news, my aunt wrote on my fb wall last night:

Hey this might be your cutest pic ever. :) Except maybe one I have of you when you're two and you have the big Shirley Temple glass w/your name on it...should I keep typing? :) Or maybe I'll just go look for the pic to send you.

At the time, I had just finished a tasty rum/cranberry juice/7up mixture and was feeling the buzz.

...at least that drink was pink-ish too...hehe