The next step- a sense of optimism

This is the last course of the required courses in my masters. I am glad, very glad to be back at graduate studies. I needed the break last term because I needed to recover from four semesters of very hard work. I needed to recharge my mental muscles. Now, I'm good to go. I feel a sense of shifting, of having crossed an important threshold when I did 603, and I feel like this next course will continue the growth, but I seem to have less internal struggle. I struggled so much in all my courses, (and in the last which I dropped ironically was not a struggle). I struggled with my sense of adequacy and being good enough to even do graduate studies. I no longer feel that way. Somehow, this triggered a lot of stuff around my seemingly ill-fated career as a writer. I have scars on my soul from that, and from writing 14 papers, I have released these.

One question now that has been lingering for a year is what do I do with this? Where do I go? My vision is to still continue teaching but to design my own courses, and to do corporate contracts, and release the anchor that classroom teaching holds on me, and to ultimately return to journalism with other things. And to live a life without the constraints of being at a job, and to go to as many gates as I can get away with and to travel and do interesting online projects. Is that within my reach?