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Years and years (and years) ago, I graduated from Bowling Green State University with a BFA in Ceramics and Printmaking. The plan had been to go on to graduate school right away. But, for good or bad, plans don’t often go as imagined. For a long time physically attending an MFA program, which is studio based, was out of reach. I had a family, responsibility, and we were never within driving distance of a college that offered what I needed.

Life went on as it does. I set up my ceramics studio twice in two states (I may write about this later, it’s a thing), had a marginally successful career as a potter for about twenty years. Things changed. I had some ups, some downs, some life changing injuries, and eventually landed where I am now with a long weird resume and a laundry list of skills that could choke a medium sized tyrannosaur.

I never let go of the resentment and anger and disappointment in not going to grad school (again, may write about this later, old wounds and such). As I often do, I pretended I didn’t really want it anyways (stupid dog). But again, life likes to smack you in the face.

A couple of weeks ago, I had an ad for a school roll across a social media feed of mine offering an online MFA. What? Fully online? There is started. It was available, it was real, it was attainable. The research started and as of today, I am six weeks away from starting classes for my MFA in painting. Class supplies are arriving in boxes and I’m rearranging my studio for long term still life setups the cats can’t access. It still doesn’t seem real.

Come with me.

If you’ve ever thought “I’m too old” or “it’s too late”, come with me. I’ll be 58 when I graduate with the degree I wanted when I was 28. It’s not too late.

It’s never too late.