I'm returning to studies.
That doesn't sound that bad, does it? But I'm wary, leery and feeling nervous when I think about it all. The essays, the paying attention, the writing notes, the studying for all those different subjects...
I'm only doing a limited ATAR. I'm smart. I've got life experience. I'm mature (oh, how that hurt to type) and I have wisdom.
I'm up to this.
Plus, my back's to the wall. Which is usually incentive enough for anyone.
On the positive side, I'm actually old enough now that I don't care about doing well; life's kind of beaten out the competitive thing in me. I just want to pass and that's as high as my goal post is currently set.
It's been YEARS since I last did the formal schooling thing. 28 of them to be precise. It'll be 29 by the time I roll up on my first day.
That's a bit daunting... But...
What's life without risk? What good comes of living by the things you think you can't do?
Not much good at all... and total stagnation.
So I signed up. I chose electives - English, Family and Community Studies, Visual Arts, Music and... more English.
Now I have a timetable just like the one I burnt back in 1983.
But maybe this time I'll not give it all up so easily.