Listen To Your Gut

I remember the evening vividly. It was a cold January night and I was at my computer working on homework. I popped over to my Augsburg email where there was a new message in my Inbox. A journalism class was going to be offered at school. This class particularly interested me in the description; it included visits to WCCO TV as well as guest speakers from the Star Tribune and other various Minneapolis media locations. I remember the feeling of excitement deep in my stomach as I read the email and the description….yelling from my office at one end of the house to my husband who was in the living room at the other end of the house (OK our house is only thirty-eight feet long, so it wasn’t like I had to yell) but I did…with excitement more than anything.

I wanted to take this class. I have always loved to write, my passion for it starting in high school. I was editor, well technically I was co-editor of my high school newspaper but I have excommunicated Dave for his pretty much zero contribution throughout the year. After twenty-seven years of me giving him crap about this, last year he finally admited his negligence…anyway, that is another story.

My initial reaction about the possibility of taking the course was extreme excitement but then the “but’s” started entering my mind. It overlapped Spring semester, meaning I would be taking three classes instead of my usual two. It was being offered on Tuesday and Thursday which meant getting off work early twice a week and getting home late (the class was scheduled to run until 9 p.m.) But… but… but… Even though my heart wanted to do it, my mind kept making up reasons not to.

This is where having a great support system comes in. My husband is a rock star when it comes to support. His immediate response, without one bit of hesitation: “Well, it’s only six weeks and by then it will be summer. The roads will be good. Besides, you can do anything for six weeks.”

It’s amazing how one statement can make your mind flip and believe that anything is possible. I knew I wanted to do it. I just had to make it happen. And happen it did.

As I was driving home last night, after attending the second to last class of the six weeks, I had to reflect on how fast those six weeks has actually gone. How thankful and right taking this class has felt. I have enjoyed every single session beyond words. It has brought clarity; personally, giving me affirmation that I indeed am at the right school, exactly where I am supposed to be at this time in my life.

All because I listened to that one little tug in my stomach.


  1. Proud of you Shari.

      • sfruechte on June 26, 2013 at 4:00 pm

      Thank you, Laura!

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