Churning a.k.a. the long and overthought version, obviously I should still not write...

It's been a long time since I've actually written anything concrete. Just ask my friends at my writing blog. I just can't think that way right now. My mind is too full of unknown possibilities to settle on words. Words that are definite and real. So much is not definite and real.

For about three years, Justin has been preparing to get a PhD in business. Night classes, an MBA at BYU, countless GMAT prep courses, all for this purpose. Applications were finished about a month ago, and then the time came when something would actually happen.

Something.

When you write, you are not supposed to used the word "something" because it has so little meaning.

some thing

Two words that are meaningless, that apply to nothing, that go nowhere.

Two words that are perfectly meaning-full, and applicable to our situation.

Something would happen. That is all we knew.

Even better: it would happen "some time." Great.

So, I've been churning and stewing. Unable to put two sentences together while I imagined every possible eventuality, including me living in my mother's basement while we submitted applications in a less cramped year.

Because it is a hard year.

At one school, where they usually receive 45 applications in Justin's field, they received 87.

87.

That means twice as many people get rejected. All those MBA's who can't find a job are going back to school. They're qualified, they're intelligent, and they're seriously cramping my space.

So far, we've received three rejections. Three out of 18.

Luckily the last of these came after "something" much different:

An acceptance.

An acceptance at a school where we could easily be very happy.

Where you ask????? You want to know too? You want to know something, some time soon?
Okay, Okay.

Today Justin was officially accepted to the Doctoral Program in Accounting at the University of Iowa.
Huge, Big, Sigh.

We are so thankful.

(And no one guessed we'd be there at all.)