This summer is wonderful. I have my own place, a bike, a job, rainbow sherbert, and uninterrupted hours to figure out what to do with the next phase of life, which, since I am unattached (no pets, even), gets to be whatever I want it to be.
I was accepted into Hamline’s Fine Arts in writing program. The closer it gets to fall term, the more intensely I think about my own writing. When/where do I write the most/best? I haven’t been writing long enough or seriously enough yet to find that out.
Is school the best way to take a serious look at what one can accomplish? I tend to lean towards yes, but then I think of writers without advanced degrees whose work I love. But then I think of how many more of them I will find out about and/or meet…
How wonderful and frightening, and exhausting, to be thirty, with so much life that could still go anywhere.
AngelfromMontgomery et al. 
It really sounds like a wonderful adventure! Best of luck!Your last line “How wonderful and frightening, and exhausting, to be thirty, with so much life that could still go anywhere,” is my thought process over the last year of my life.
Thank you for reading!