Spring has finally arrived, and I am cleaning up my room. A healthy dose of change has been on order for quite some time. The breeze feels great as it sails into my room, displacing the stale air that has festered in here for some time.

Its amazing how much has changed in these three months. I tore my Achilles' Tendon, our manuscript has been published. I get rejected from my safety school, heard from two of my top choices. My leg slowly begins to withstand the weight I'm placing on it, and I can walk again. I am now walking without crutches. I get accepted to graduate school, after years of doubting that I would get in. I'm moving across the country after years of staying in my home town.

Ah, change.

I read an article from 2007 delineating the grim path that I will have to walk down should I choose to continue graduate school. I've already committed myself to this, but I want to have a realistic view on my situation. Instead of being deterred by the situation, I am willing to develop alternatives; my "plan B's" if you must. Of course, that might not even work out.

Because I'm not in it for the money, I'm in it for the love!