Okay, I've graduated.
I now have my Master of Arts in Counseling Psychology.
Actually, I have to wait for the university to check that all my requirements have been met, yadda yadda, and then they'll confer the degree upon me officially.
Right. I have a master's! Whoo hoo!
It was nice not having anybody say to me at graduation, "Are you going to get your doctorate?" I know friends who have had this said to them and maybe because people don't know what to say beyond "congratulations" or maybe a master's feels like it's really a half-doctorate, but regardless--I'm happy to rest on my proverbial laurels right now for some time. Enough with the homework!
However, it's a reasonable question to ask what I'm going to do next. And the answer to that is: get back to painting, read whatever I want, and relax some. I'm still working (more, in fact) at my internship to collect hours before I can sit for my licensing exam and will be writing articles again for my Examiner.com column, but at least I don't have the specter of school haunting me at every turn.
So. I've got some gesso for a long-delayed commission that involves me painting on wood--a support I haven't painted on yet. I'm looking forward to the experience--sometimes I painted so hard on my canvases that the canvas would stretch and I'd have to do things to tighten it again. Not so with wood!
I'll keep you guys posted. Reentry is still a little odd and I'm getting used to having a semblance of my life back--although I'm not quite the same person I was two years ago.
I'm grateful for that.