When my peers learn that I’m pursuing a Master’s degree, they often say, “I can’t imagine studying now; my mind has retired at this age.” For me, though, it’s the opposite - I’ve never been more intellectually engaged in my life. It’s as if my brain didn’t fully mature until I reached my thirties, or perhaps I’m just less distracted than I was in my teens and twenties. Back then, I remember feeling overwhelmed with work, juggling my social life, fretting about the future, and searching for a husband while also trying to find myself, which made studying feel impossible.
I remember RD asking me when we first met what I’d do if I didn’t have to worry about finances, and I told him I’d study. Who would have thought he’d be the one to make that dream a reality?