This is my about page to the left you will see a photo of a young bright eyed woman and this is how I felt about myself when I started to explore getting my MFA. There were some important things I didn't realize about  myself.   I am not a woman of color.  I am not 25 -35 years old.   I don't like competition.  I am easily intimidated and frightened and I entered thinking if I put everything on the line that like some Hollywood movie the pain the suffering and the guts to say I can when I didn't know how would pay off.  

I am not saying it didn't , but I haven't seen it yet , and I might have felt energetic, bright, relevant and woke but who people saw when I got to grad school , who I discovered I was and who people showed me they thought I was were very different.

Let me  clairify that I knew I was a white one 57 year old overweight woman with bad knees and freckles and not a great track record of fitting in; but I thought these were my peeps that they were misfits too who loved art and talking about nerding out about art and that we would connect on our 1 true love and after nearly 30 years of waiting to get my MFA the time and other variables wouldn't matter.    Hmmm.  Now 3 1/2

years later I think I was wrong.  Below I am going to tell my story as I remember it you tell me what you think.