How many times do you find yourself wondering - What was I thinking? Because I spent the bulk of my weekend in a horrible crisis of faith.
Not religious faith, but faith in myself. I spent nine hours yesterday finishing the first unit for one of my classes. Nine hours? Am I in over my head? How did I ever think I should sign up for more than one class at a time? What happens when the second class starts? And my online seminar? Was I completely out of my mind to think I might be able to finish this first course in time to pass my final and submit for work reimbursement before June 30? What was I thinking?
It has taken me a ridiculously long time to finally make myself a priority. And now that I have, it feels good, but it's also terrifying. This isn't the first complete panic I've had over my classes (for those of you on Twitter, I had a pretty good meltdown last Monday afternoon). And I'm sure it won't be the last.
But I'm going to keep plugging along because after completing the first unit of my course yesterday, I'm even more confident that this is the right plan of action for me. I love the material and I feel like it's going to help me move ahead, hopefully finding a job eventually that doesn't make me want to punch people in the face. So next time I ask myself, what was I thinking, I just need to have faith in myself that I'm on the right track. And what I was thinking was that I can do this, and I should.