Challenging my mind is the looming date that opens up the MFA applications at my dream school. This year is my second round of applications, and my imposter syndrome has decided to be a challenge. Last year, riding on the wave of familial support, gifted-kid syndrome, and dumb confidence- I was positive without a doubt that I would receive that acceptance letter on Jan. 15th in my inbox.
Then it was the 16th, the 18th, the 20th. The rejection letter was kind, and the creative writing director recommended me a book called, "Burning the House Down", when I asked for advice for next year.
This year has lied to me. It told me, 'you have so much time, you can improve, you can study and learn'. In a blink, it is now mid September, I only got halfway into the book he told me I should study, and I have worked 50 hours a week for the past 5 months, and I haven't finished a piece of writing since March.
My challenge now is my focus. My drive, and my ability to dedicate myself to my passion (which I never thought would be a challenge for me). I have to learn that work and money is not everything, and that I have the potential to achieve my dreams.