Blood Moon Decisions

I was watching the total lunar eclipse this week on Wednesday eve and I found myself thinking that it was probably a great opportunity for olden priests and holy men to get their people to get themselves sorted out. There’s nothing more convincing than the moon disappearing to use as a benchmark to threaten the masses into submission.
Or, to get their shit in line.
As I looked at the dark moon, seeing its strange blood like reflection looking down at me, I realized without a doubt that I needed to get my own shit in line as well.
I took a big step this week, applying for veterinary science after working for five years in Agriculture. I did this for a number of reasons, one of them being that I was tired of being a sales representative. My company calls me a technical advisor, but inevitably, I am a sales rep – no matter which way you looked at it. And, quite frankly – I’m tired of it.
The other reasons are more personal, though one of them includes trying to finish something that I started and never completed. You see, years ago I thought I would become a vet and started on the program but youthful ignorance of the world made me drop out and follow my own foolish path.
I don’t regret it, but I’m at a point where I realize that I’ll never get any further than I am now unless I do something drastic like become a vet. I wanted to walk a different path than that of marketing, returning more to the technical side of animal production and the only way I could do that was if I had a “Dr.” behind my name. It was either that or go overseas again and, with my Other Half here, that wasn’t an option.
So, in the event that I get it I have to start preparing for a few things.
I have to start get used to studying again, and revise my old university work. I have to start saving (though that I’ve already done) because chances are I won’t have a lot of time to work and study.
And, I have to sort out my current writing WIP’s. I want to get my novel to first draft status by the end of the year (screw my previous goal of just having 50K). I want to finish my fan fiction stories.
And, I want to make sure that this is the right choice – that I will actually finish it this time in the event that I get selected.
I know that this is a big step and even the woman who had to help me with my application tactfully started with the words: “Err, you don’t look 22 anymore…” (Yes, I know I’m going gray, don’t RUB IT IN!) But, this is something that I want to do, have to do.
And, it’s something to hold onto, something that might well get me through my job for the rest of the year.