Remember those commercials? "I don't wanna grow up, I'm a Toys R Us kid!" They were great.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about that lately.
I went on a job interview on Tuesday. It was a great job with a great organization. And I really think I would have had a chance. If, say, I had an MBA and about five more years experience.
And I came home and started thinking about getting an MBA. It's a conversation I've had with myself many times.
But then I took a step back.
I'm currently being forced to curb my exercise habit. For better or for worse, I will be getting home much earlier than 7:30/ 8 p.m. these days. And I will be significantly less ravenous when I get home. So, in theory, I should have much more time to write.
And, truth be told, I've got a LOT of ideas kicking around in this ole head of mine.
Then I remembered back to the words of a well-respected member of a previous writing group. Who told me (and I paraphrase) "You've got style and ear. When you figure out what it is you want to say, you will be a great writer. PLEASE find an MFA program and enroll."
You can't exactly get an MFA and an MBA at the same time.
So it seems I'm at a crossroads. On one hand, getting the MBA will allow me to earn the money that could - potentially - allow me to take the time to do the writing that makes me happy. On the other hand, getting the MFA will help me to better do the writing that makes me happy. Of course, while both expensive, one is considerably more expensive than the other. See employee Continuing Ed section of contract.
I don't need to decide this all at once. But given all of the stuff that's been coming up for me in reiki and meditations, in conversations and dreams, I do think it's got to be decided relatively soon.
I don't want to read the headline in the Boston Globe, "Novelist, at age 85, has first work published."