So remember a month ago when I made a journal talking about how I was considering university? Well I thought I had until June to apply, so I did some research, talked about it, weighed out my options, and then realized that I only had a week to submit my application before the deadline. So I basically just said 'fuck it' and submitted my application for the Kinesiology program without driving myself crazy with the details. It's such a huge commitment, a huge load of debt, and there's not even a guarantee that I'll find the type of job I'm looking for, but I was just sick of debating it back and forth in my head. The reality is that I want to pursue this health and fitness thing and bogging my mind down with 'what ifs' was only going to keep me in my comfort zone.

I literally just found out that I was accepted. o__o

The whole month I've been very calm about it, not wanting to get my hopes up just incase, and now it's kind of... well, it IS official. Holy shit. I'm going to university again. I literally never thought I would be saying that after my experience a few years ago, but... geez. I've got so many mixed emotions.

So this fall I'll be attending university full time. I haven't quite worked everything out yet (I really just wanted to take things one step at a time), but I'll probably wind up getting a part time job this summer to help gather some money. I plan on continuing to take commissions until then, and then I'm sure my art will slow down quite a bit. I'll still be drawing and creating art because I'm passionate about it, but I'm excited to pursue another passion and let art become a hobby again.

#COMMENCEPANIC