I suck at making decisions. I guess that's why the universe has been throwing a lot of really difficult ones at me lately.
This MFA ride just gets weirder. After a whole lot of waitlist drama last week, I thought this was all resolved. I was just waiting for the paperwork from ISU to show up in my mailbox.
Then, today, I got a call from another program who had someone unexpectedly drop out. This program is ranked very highly, much higher than the others I had been considering, and the offer comes with generous funding, health insurance, no teaching in the first year, and a whole lot of charming remarks about my novel-in-progress. And a faculty respected enough to make me feel that I should seriously consider this offer.
I seriously don't know what to do. The two programs are so different - one is longer and would let me flex my wings and try a lot of different things. The other would be an intense studio experience with the focused goal of getting me published. Both very attractive for different reasons.
I have to decide by Friday.
I knew this recent peace of mind was too good to be true.