It’s off to school I go!
Due to a recent engagement in the family, my mom has been playing Disney
music in celebration… please excuse the Snow White reference. And, more on the engagement later. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover in
this post! It’s life change
central in this casa.
Interior design called my name, so I answered. I’ve been accepted into the Fashion
Institute of Design & Merchandising (FIDM)’s Associate of Arts program in
Interior Design. I am in their
Professional Designation program, which basically means that since I already
have a college degree, I can skip the first year and complete the program in
half the time.
Last time I went through this process, I was accepted to
college in December, decided on my school in April, and began classes that next
August. A nice, drawn out process
designed to ensure I was making a good, solid choice. This time, things are fast-tracked… I completed my application
last Monday, got my acceptance Friday, and begin classes in a week. No time for thinking, it’s GO TIME!
The truth is, though, I’ve thought about this, a lot, for a
long time. As early as freshman
year of college, when I first found out that an Interior Design major even existed,
I experienced my first thoughts of buyers remorse… or rather, major
remorse. But, I stuck with
Strategic Communication, and even added on French for the fun of it, never considering
changing my path. I was not the
student who went into college undecided and changed her major 12 times before
she really decided. And maybe I should have been – in which
case I wouldn’t be going back to school now. But, even if I had considered switching majors that early
on, would I have chosen the right one?
Interior design crossed my mind, but I really never even thought myself
capable or artistic enough. If I’d
changed majors in undergrad, it might not have been to Interior Design at all,
and I’d still be in this situation now.
Enough with the What-Ifs… I’m an “everything happens for a
reason” kind of girl. There will
always be a part of me that wants to scream at my 18-year-old self, “What are
you doing, you don’t LOVE your major… switch now, while it’s easy!!!”… but who
doesn’t want to take a jab at their teenage self… and if you say you don’t, I
know you’re lying. Let’s be real
here.
This time around, I didn’t need 9 months to know this decision
was the right one… I needed about thirty seconds. It makes me sound a little flaky when I put it that way… but
all potential to sound flaky aside, I know this is the right decision. Not a hint of buyers remorse. I’m a realistic lady – I know that this
can change… I mean, I haven’t even started classes yet… but so far, I’m a calm cucumber
about it… with the exception of my bursts of excitement.
Speaking of bursts of excitement… my dear cousin Catie and her
(now!!) fiancé got engaged this week!
I am SO thrilled for them… they are a truly special couple who complement
each other so beautifully… they are two peas in a pod and I have zero doubt
that they will have an absolutely loving, joyful, fantastic marriage. When Suite D got the news it took us
all of 2 minutes to bust out the champagne toast and turn Pandora to our Disney
station. CHEERS to the happy
couple!!
PS – why the Disney music, you may ask? I ask myself that all the time. I think it’s a sickness my mom has,
really – when big, exciting things happen in her children’s lives, on comes
Beauty and the Beast. It’s not
uncommon to find her leaping through the backyard singing along. It’s also not uncommon for any family
members present to join in… yep – this is my life.
It all began when John and I got engaged and my moms reaction
was to turn on, “I Could Have Danced All Night” from My Fair Lady, followed by
all of my favorite childhood songs, champagne, and joyful sobs. Now I’d say it’s somewhat of a
tradition… or maybe just an automated reaction to severe joy. I’d say exciting family news + joyful
time to celebrate = Disney Music, wouldn’t you?
So with the engagement and my acceptance to FIDM, we really
have had a lot of Disney in this house.
Did I say Disney, I meant celebrating. Oh well, same thing.
xxx
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