So, the whole reason that I started this here blog-thing was to document my Oxford experience. It turns out that telling the web community what you think is a whole lot more fun and cathartic than it looks; BUT, the intent shall not be forgotten. Tomorrow is the day and I am nervous/happy/excited/upset/anxious and every other human emotion available because it is something brand new for me and I love the idea of challenging myself.
My original thought-process behind applying to the program was: “It would be something that I said I applied to” without the slightest belief that I would be accepted. The outcome was unexpected albeit some of my original fears and hesitations have crept back into my psyche with the most prominent being the feeling of “being out of my league.” I mean, it iiiiiis Oxford University, only one of the world’s most respected and reputable institutions of higher education, not to mention a production factory of some of society’s foremost scholars.
This feeling has kept me from attempting to do a number of things in the past and I have been kicking myself ever since I’ve been able to identify it. However, after a simple conversation with my favorite lady, the words “you belong wherever you are” have meant so much more to me now than they have ever before. With that in mind, I will go, do well, and return a tad bougie-er than many have already deemed me. LOL!
Stay tuned because it will, more than likely, ONLY get better!!!