The universe has this funny way of letting you know that you're really just a pion in the grand scheme of things. Dare to think that you know what's going on in your life or have it planned out in any way and some force somewhere will slap you in the face, laughing.
This happens to me a lot.
Usually it's for the worse but today (for once) it was for the better. Yes, that's right folks, I passed BEC. After my week-and-a-half of doubting myself and creating my Plan E, so to speak, I checked my score at 11-ish this morning to be greeted with a nice 76.
After getting over the initial shock (and verbal outburst that went something like "holy s**t"), I practically skipped over to my mentor's desk to announce the long awaited good news (...and to have her come over to my computer and check my score to make sure that I did, in fact, pass and wasn't delusional).
This experience confirms my belief that none of us really (especially NOT me) have any idea what is going on with this test. I think I pass...and I fail. I KNOW I fail...and I pass! If this were twitter, I would seriously hashtag #wtf (...followed by multiple smileys, of course).
So I am half-way to CPA, as they say. Two down (AUD and BEC), two to go (FAR and REG). For the first time in a long time (maybe even ever), I feel like I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.