You know when you want something so bad and you’ve planned your entire life around it only to repeatedly never get it? Yep, that was me and grad school. Three years in a row I was rejected from schools across the country. It really does something to your ego. I have to admit I’m a pretty confident person. My awareness of my awesome-ness sometimes borders on narcissism so you can imagine what repeated rejection did to me.
After what are now vague memories of the beginning of my alcoholism I stumbled across this quote in The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, “Everything is as it should be.” That did something for me. Yep, cheesy I know, but at that moment it was like something in my brain clicked. I wasn’t where I wanted to be but I was where I should be.
Just like that I let go of the ever so obviously misguided dream of becoming some super awesome amazing sociologist and instead decided to open my mind to the now endless possibilities. Ahhh. There was something so freeing about not having a plan. No plan meant anything could happen. Yes, as a Type A control freak this was a little unconventional but yet so exhilarating! Anything could happen. Something fun! Something amazing! Something I’d never imagined! Something totally different! Something like quitting my very stable with fantastic government benefits job to become the overworked and underappreciated Executive Assistant to the owner of a nightclub.
My family was concerned to say the least. It was all my father could do to feign support. Well-intentioned friends called to see if I had lost my damn mind. Too late. Temporary insanity or not the decision was made and a four year adventure into nightlife followed. Who needs boring grad school when you can get schooled by the city’s current reigning king of nightlife. More on my adventures in nightlife later; for now let’s get back to the best letter ever.
It was actually an email. Driving down Poplar, one of Memphis’ busiest streets, I checked my email only to read the best news ever. As I’m driving, reading, trying not to commit vehicular homicide, and also attempting to hold back an onslaught of what would surely be tears while I simultaneously laughed like a crazy person I realized that this is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for. These folks done messed around and let me in grad school. Ha! Best day ever.