It’s hard to find a word for how I’m feeling these days. If I were religious, I would say blessed. I could say lucky, but that doesn’t convey an adequate amount of gratitude. Whatever the word, the fact is that life is very good to me and I feel obliged to try to deserve my good fortune. Of the eight graduate schools I applied to, three accepted me. Of those three, one offered a generous funding package. That one was my first-choice school all along; funny how things work out.
When something has consumed your life the way applying to grad school has consumed mine over the past half-year, it is extraordinary and strange to find your worries and obsessions suddenly resolved all at once, in the course of a few words on official letterhead, a few emails, and a few phone calls. It is strange to go from not knowing where you will be in six months to knowing (as much as any of us can know the future) where you will be in six years. Strange and wonderful.
And so, even though I have ten thousand things to do every day and a mountain of stressful situations to surmount before graduation in May, I am singing-out-loud-smiling-for-no-reason happy. And since I know it all could have turned out otherwise, I am grateful. I suppose I could say that I am blessed by luck.