rapidly fading

Early this semester, in discovering a new interest—well, not really a new interest, but a recasting of a subject I’ve been interested in for a long time—I began seriously contemplating applying to graduate programs in the fall. But when my thesis work got intense, I discarded any thoughts of ever subjecting myself to such torture again. I thought, to hell with Billy Joel’s advice to follow your passions claiming that “if you love what you do, you'll always do what you love,” since at the moment even horribly boring work day after day seemed preferable to going back to school. However, just a couple weeks later, I’ve submerged myself in researching graduate programs and determining if it’s feasible for me to apply this fall (sadly looks like it's probably not). I suppose it’s like what they say about the pain of childbirth, while enduring it, a woman swears she’ll never have another child, but inevitably “forgets” the worst of it pretty quickly…