night fog

I haven't seen cornfields covered in snow in a long time. I still haven't really.
Although last night I drove through miles and miles of cornfields covered in snow. If I were on a bus or a train I could have turned my head to look at them for more than a second. As it was, looking straight ahead felt dangerous enough.
I can't remember the last time I was as scared driving as I was last night. I suppose if it's your time to go in a horrific accident on an Indiana highway in the middle of the night, it's just your time to go. But with having recent quit my job, who knows what people would say. Hell, who cares what people would say?
It was dark and crazy. Wait. It wasn't that dark. It was strange. There was this eerie kind of light.
Moonlight reflecting off cornfields covered in snow. Headlights to the left of me coming my way. When I was lucky I could see red car tail lights ahead of me in the distance. When I wasn't lucky, I couldn't see more than two inches ahead of me.
Night fog. Strange, I thought. Then I thought, no not strange. This is why there are lighthouses.
For nights just like this.
But in the middle of northern Indiana there weren't any lighthouses, not even many houses with Christmas lights. And a rolling fog that kept things interesting.

And this morning I walked around the campus of Notre Dame just a little bit. More thoughts kept coming to me.
Part of me wants to get an MFA. Teach writing, write books. Motivate and inspire people.
Part of me wants to get an MBA. Make lots of money. Perhaps I'd do good things with the money. Perhaps I'd simply please myself. God knows there aren't enough people dedicated to pleasing me. And when I'm pleased, does not that pleasure spread to others.

Are there any programs where I can get both an MBA and an MFA? I don't know.

Perhaps I need a lighthouse to help out a little bit more with this. But I feel like somehow on this crazy ocean I'm making some positive, forward motion and things are going to work out. Right?