On my way to an MFA! Accepted!

Last week stumbled on for an eternity. I had a client trying desperately to close a complex merger that dragged on for many months. We worked long hours to try and get it closed by last Friday. That didn't happen. In fact, it did not close until Wednesday of this week, which is why I am finally posting this blog post now. I staggered through my door at 7 p.m., and before I could collapse on my couch in a blissfully comatose state (my preferred level of consciousness when I have billed 60 hours in one week), I glanced over at the mail, my eye drawn by a metallic pink envelope. Eh, a bag from ipsy. Whatever. Not worth the trek to the counter. My eyes scanned lower to the large envelope below the smaller metallic envelope. In a few quick steps, I moved to the bar where the mail sat and grabbed up the envelope.

It was from Fairleigh Dickinson University, one of the creative writing MFA programs to which I applied a month or so back. After taking a deep breath to quell the nervous flutter i…