After my meeting last week with the head of the Renewable Energy Management program, it became even more clear to me that I need to come to grips with the fact that I could very well not be accepted to the program. He said they expect more than 200 applications for 40 positions. That’s a 20% approval rate or lower. That’s not good. I have to accept that I might not get in. I’ve been thinking and wanting this for the past 6 months but it might not happen. Accept that.
Ok, so I accept it. I’m still an optimist and hoping for the best. But what if/when I don’t get in? What does that mean for me?
I’ll be 36 next month. So what? Or is that a big deal? No, not to me. I love my life. I love that I’m in the hammock right now, I earn enough money to live my life and travel like a crazy SOB. I’ve been doing that more or less the past 6+ years. Am I ready for a change? I don’t know. I know that doing this master’s program would be a shock to my lifestyle but that’s okay because I’ve been preparing for it. What if I don’t get in? What’s my Plan B?
I guess I have more than a Plan B. Plan B as it looks now is the status quo. That type of thing could freak a lot of people out but I would love to think of my life staying just as it is for another 5 years, with barely any changes in it at all. I have so many opportunities to be artistic, live like I’m 25 (hell more like 21 which is fantastic), travel more than anyone I know and yet enjoy my work. I like English teaching. Ok, not all of my jobs, in fact of the 8 or so jobs I have right now, I like half of them. And the ones I don’t like are just simply work. It’s painless, though, just my soul dying a little bit more than usual while the others are as invigorating as any work I’ve ever had. I wouldn’t mind doing those jobs for years to come, namely at the university. It’s a challenge but so much fun.
So Plan B is the status quo. Teaching English, travelling, doing photo exhibitions, writing books, playing music, going out, doing my thang.
What about Plan C? It was proposed to me last weekend that translation could be something for me. It allows me some freedom of location, although I already live in paradise so that’s not necessarily important. However, it could get me to reduce some of my teaching work and let me do half translation and half english teaching. Another good thing about that is that income from translation is not subject to 20% tax to the German Social Security so that is certainly a good thing. I’ve got to learn more about the German language but maybe it’s a possibility.
Plan D? Plan D is waiting for one year to apply for the REM program again, doing more internships to improve my chances and also to keep in close contact with the head of the program so he knows my intention is serious and he’s going to have to let me in the next year. Or he won’t.