Day sixty-nine; Footnotes of Is This Where Deep Thinking Gets Me?

I am contemplating something. I’m not sure though, that I am motivated enough to sustain the plan. I’ve done it in the past, but I was a lot younger and a lot less jaded. I’m considering continuing my education. By the way, I’m 63 years young and its been a really long time since I was in school. I know, I know, I’ve seen the articles and reports of people much older than I am getting degrees. I’m not sure about me. I have been told I have the attention span of a gnat. Which can at times be true, I won’t lie about that.

Both of my brothers went to college and even my son earned dean’s honor roll when he went and earned his degree.Now here I sit, regretting that I didn’t further my education back a long time ago.

I did do one of those mail order courses, and finished it. One of those writing for children courses. I tried to take a mail order photography course but didn’t finish due to them not holding up their end of the bargain.

Again though, these were part of another lifetime. There has been a lot of water under that bridge since then. A friend of mine sent me the links to online courses that are free. If its free, its for me …right? Maybe. I got the email a little while ago and haven’t checked out what is offered yet.

 I want to do this, because I can, and because I don’t like feeling like I let myself and others down because I didn’t go to college. Instead I took the cowards way out and went to work in a textile plant. Not glamorous but it was a paycheck. I think even then though, I felt the regrets of not going. Then, I felt it too late, which was ridiculous but ya know, young and stupid…well, insecure and immature. Now though, not working I have plenty of time. Shoot, I could even take a tablet up to the top of the mountain and work from there. I have a barely used one, right over there.

 I don’t know though, what I would study. I guess I’ll need to open the email and see what is available. I would imagine being free the choices are limited, we’ll see. I know that should I do this, while I don’t see a job in my future, it could help me with my writing and would definitely be good for my brain. Since the brain is a muscle, it too needs exercise and being that I can’t take it out and walk it as I do Bella, this would be the better option.

 I love doing research, as I’ve said, I have my own private entrance to the rabbit hole now. I love to write, whether what I write is read or not. I would hate to try to keep all those words trapped inside my head, should it explode that would be messy.

It will get my mind off of things that have me sloshing through the muck of a pity party. I hate those, the lighting and mood of the thing is terrible, the guest is annoying- oh wait, that’s me.

I don’t see myself studying physics or anything with math, being I’m allergic to math. It may be a tad late to try and become a doctor. I’m sure though there is something I can study. Even though I doubt there is any accreditation to any of them, just knowing I finished would make me feel better and maybe even a little smarter to boot.

Is this the way to a higher education?