As soon as I finish my paper tomorrow (later today, really), I will be half done with my master's.
It's one of those feelings where it seems the semester has flown by, yet dragged on for-freaking-ever. To be honest, I'm exhausted.
I think I've found the career for me, which is a relief. With the other jobs and fields I've been in, I found it interesting but not something I wanted to do for years to come. This isn't to say my anxiety about what I'm going to do after graduation is any lower. At all.
I had an interview this morning for an internship for the spring semester, and I was asked what I wanted out of my career as a science writer. I said that I loved being able to talk to interesting people about interesting things. Which is all very true, but really? I want a paycheck and health insurance.
And enough leftover to keep myself supplied in beads. Though my Etsy sales have been decent enough to self-sustain in terms of supplies.