Journalism · Law School · Wedding Season

Is there such a thing as working too much?

Yes. Yes, there is.

I’ll admit. I’m a workaholic. And not just a little bit, I’m a HUGE workaholic. It actually scares every fiber in my being to know that I’m not going to be working AT ALL my first year in law school. For the first time in my life I will get to focus on school and school-related things only. That is so hard for me to wrap my head around. My family has never had a lot of money. I’ve worked since I was 15, and there’s no going back now, right? At one point, I worked two jobs, dual-enrolled in college courses and attended my regular high school classes. I’m not sure how I managed to do that and graduate within the top 5% of my class, but I did.

In college I worked, worked, and worked some more. But I never let it interfere with school. Don’t get me wrong, there were some days when I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders, but somehow, by the grace of God, I made it out of college alive and with amazing grades. There was one moment in college when I was interning with the Orlando Business Journal, working part-time and taking four classes. I remember thinking, “How am I going to survive this semester?” It was not easy. I worked hard, but despite not working in journalism in the long run, I’m thankful for every opportunity I’ve had. Not to mention the amazing people I’ve met along the way. I also remember having a conversation with a journalism professor, and I’ll never forget when he told me I should quit working and just go to school because I looked so worn out and was clearly stressed out. My response? “I can’t quit working. I’m the one paying the bills.” He just looked at me. I refused to take out loans in undergrad, so working was my only other option.

Now, here I am faced with the prospect of not working at all during grad school. I plan to devote every ounce of my energy to school, and my career’s future. Dan is there to support me, and love me no matter what. Like I said in my previous post…we work so well together because we both so desire to be successful and settled no matter what it takes.

When I graduated during the crash and explosion of this great recession I  felt like the pieces of the journalism industry were raining down on me. There was nothing, and there’s still hardly much of anything. Many of my journalism friends are still struggling to find jobs in the industry. Not that any other industry is doing much better (law included) I feel that if we keep debt manageable (or somewhat since I’m incredibly debt averse, naturally), we’ll be okay. That’s all I can ask for is that we’re okay. I’ll deal with the surprises as they come.

I’m excited to be able to devote my life to graduate school, but it’s still scary at the same time. I’ve developed such a fear of money from my childhood that it’s hard to get past that most of the time. I’m an avid saver, and  very rarely do I buy anything outside of what I “need”. Anytime I do spend money I feel this overwhelming sense of guilt. Terrible, right? That’s how I am though. Anyone that knows me well knows that I’m a planner, and that I stay on top of things. I realize that things happen, and I bend when my plans bend.

Speaking of planning, my wedding is just about planned all the way through. I know things will happen, things might change; in fact, some things have changed. But I adapted and adjusted. That’s life.

I’m looking forward to the one time in my life where I won’t have to work.  I want to jam pack my last summer before school with more fun than I have had the chance to have these past two years. There are so many friends I want to catch up with. Here’s to a summer that will definitely be lived up!


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