It hit me last Sunday. I told my friend Melissa that I had a dream about the first day of school. To get to class, I had to enter a building in New York City, wind through miles of corridors and finally squeeze through a tiny doorway into Boston. Passing through that doorway was the only way to access my university, which happened to technically lie within the borders of the state where Mitt Romney is governor. Melissa said, “Freud would say the dream represents your rebirth.”
After watching the times change in the journalism industry, I decided two years ago to work toward returning to school. After all these years of using arithmetic only to add and subtract simple budgets, scoring well enough in the GRE’s math portion took a lot of preparation, as well as the help of a great tutor. Todd pushed me along, pointing out that “it makes no sense to wait until your 60s to finally get your Ph.D.” I’m returning to the path I started on in college: health care. Specifically, I’m going to study mental health, become a licensed therapist and later work toward a Ph.D. in psychology.
For now, Todd will serve as editor of ArtDuh.com. I hope that Jessica Klemm will continue to contribute excellent, well-written articles. And I will pop in between classes. Right now, balancing a master’s program in psychological counseling at Westminster College with part-time work in PR, as well as doing my best to run my household and beloved belly dance troupe seems like plenty.
So I’ll leave you with this thought: “Come mothers and fathers throughout the land, and don’t criticize what you can’t understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly agin’. Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand, for the times, they are a-changin.”