I have been carrying around the desire to get a master’s degree for as long as I can remember. Both my father and uncle were dissertations shy of their PhDs, and I had only achieved a bachelor’s degree.
Even after getting my CPA certificate, I still felt I needed to have an advanced degree. I even started a master’s in taxation program, which I quit when I started teaching. But the nagging desire followed me throughout my adult life.
Today, I don’t feel quite so motivated or see the reason to go down that path. Perhaps if I had a strong passion for a specific area, I’d feel differently. But right now, I am happy learning about the things that interest me.
Maybe life and years of work beat the desire out of me, or maybe it’s just the realization (on a more cellular level) that ‘only’ having a ‘crappy’ bachelor’s degree isn’t terrible.
I’ve toyed with the idea of applying to a Masters of Fine Arts program, but I keep going back to the idea of what I’d have to give up to put that level of energy into such a program. I’ve not given up entirely on the idea, but the burn isn’t there.
Do you have anything that nags at you from your past? How do you/did you deal with those thoughts?
