Grad school, here I come

The more that I think about this, the more that I feel compelled to seek a masters degree in counseling psychology. It offers me a much wider range of treatment options, it's much more convenient in terms of proximity to our family and care for Chie, and my top choice-- Lewis and Clark-- is only 52 credit hours. But the most important deciding factor is the way that I feel when I think about spending years of my life pursuing this goal. I get excited about dietetics in terms of the end goal, of being a dietician. But while the idea of some of the science classes does interest me-- I'm a geek at the core and anatomy sounds fun-- it doesn't have the draw that psych does. And if I'm going to spend three years of my life, and significant effort including a commute of hundreds of miles, I want to have what I call the Sur La Table response. The first time that I walked into Sur La Table, I was so excited that I raised my hands up and moved my fingers rapidly. Think Spirit Fingers. I got that same feeling today while I scanned through the syllabi of L&C's program. I could picture myself in those classrooms (and they are beautiful; the campus is like a little piece of Ivy League in P-town), discussing those theories and feeling so alive. That's what I want to feel. And I will. I told Gus about my research and he concurred wholeheartedly with my decision. It will be a lot of work but it will be so, so worth it.